Mr. Vanilla is not for me, oh please,
I long for a Master who gives,
Spankings with me on my knees,
Expecting his hands on my throat.

"Get on your knees bitch",
Is music to my ears.
"Open wide", fulfills my itch,
Brings both joy and fear.

"Roll over" Says Mr. Vanilla.
"But I want more" I plead.
30 seconds of "oh baby you're so tight"
And then "oops sorry", spilled his seed.

Now I lay here naked and dripping.
My twat aches for a longer pounding.
My bottom needs handprints.
My throat needs gagging.

I need more than a vanilla life.
Teacher by day, slut by night.
Cold steel blades of a knife,
Pressed against my skin so white.

His cum oozes out of me,
Dripping down my legs,
On my knees to clean his prick,
Oh this longing makes me heart-sick.

His fingers owning my twat,
A firm slap across my face.
My bottom his for the taking,
My heart beating a steady pace.

Someone shove a cock in me please!
Choke me and make me swallow it all.
Tie me up. Put me on my knees.
Yank my hair and pin me to a wall!