In Shakespeare, though, it was more general, like "my love" or "my darling. As we read the next few lines though, we see that the comparison is a standard way of praising a beautiful woman in a poem. They get pretty much the same treatment as her lips.
An Edging Game …. It was exactly He sat for a few moments before deciding to get out. He looked about furtively trying not to look suspicious or hoping nobody could spot what was about to happen, although nobody did.
After checking his doors were locked he began to walk away and headed to the exit road which was a single lane that was one way only. There were tall trees either side lining the road which My mistress eyes the light getting through making it quite dreary.
He walked on, looking behind him every few moments. A green car drove up behind him so he stood to the side to let it pass. I hid down a small gully behind a fallen tree whilst the driver and Trixy turned on the engine and began to head to where I would jump out.
There was no going back. I ran at him from my stake out point, the car appeared to the side of him, up went the boot. I bagged his head in a pillow case and he was pushed into the boot of the car and we sped off.
It took all of a few seconds. The back seat was half down so I could sit beside him and tie his wrists. We fell silent to keep up with the suspense.
I reached down to check his person and low and behold, I found a hard bulge in his pants which I promptly unzipped and pulled out, tying it tightly in a piece of rope. Within fifteen minutes we reached the drop off. The driver reversed the car in to the drive and opened the boot.
He slowly edged out and sat on the edge of the boot to steady himself. He stood and wobbled, disorientated in his surroundings, his head still covered. We marched him to a room and sat him on a chair where he was tied and left for a while. As short while after Trixy and I returned. We circled him, his heart still pounding with excitement.
We pulled the pillow case from his head so he could see us. He squinted as his eyes adjusted to the light. We untied him from the chair in order to strip him naked. He attempted to struggle for a moment then relaxed, he could tell all attempts at getting away were futile.
He was overpowered by two women, and he liked it. His clothes were removed and hidden from him, and he stood before us naked. His cock was as stiff as a piece of board and his balls tight and retracted. I attached some clamps to his nipples and led him by them. He scurried behind me as his flesh ached with the tension as I pulled.
He climbed on and lay back where we secured him tightly. His cock had remained hard and there was no sign it was going away any time soon. We decided to have a little fun with our captive and we began to torment him.
He tried his best to wriggle as if to fight off what was happening but we could tell he was gagging to be used by us. His head rocked gently from side to side in delirious confusion and excitement.
We took it in turns to play and torment his cock and stroked his balls. I pulled a lace from a hook and wrapped it around his balls pulling it tightly. His shaft was ridged and I could tell it was on a knifes edge.
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The Academy of American Poets is the largest membership-based nonprofit organization fostering an appreciation for contemporary poetry and supporting American poets. For over three generations, the Academy has connected millions of people to great poetry through programs such as National Poetry.
My crystal-blue eyes will pierce through your soul to decipher your inner-most hidden desires.. I am the Woman you see from across the room but are too intimidated to approach.. I am She your mother warned of, and your father dreamed of. I am the One you want so badly that your loins ache - yet would never dare to look Me in the Eye..
If you become fortunate enough to look into My Eyes, you. My mistress’ eyes are nothing like the sun; Coral is far more red than her lips’ red: If snow be white, why then her breasts are dun; If hairs be .
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