Bejewelled

Your want stated, your desire made clear,
Bent over and now nothing to fear,
Rules made before, discussion had,
Intent from you, intense replies from me.

All vocalised and thrashed out,
Ready for the fun without doubt...

This is something you've had in your mind for quite so time,
I want to get it right for you,
Turn anything negative into a positive.

These little games we play,
Bringing reality from fantasy,
Pleasure from pure thought,
Though impure and naughty notions,
More oft than not requiring lotions...

Silver gleam and shining beams,
Tear drop shapes and weighty sheen,
No bend, no flex,
No delusions...
Ready for the intimate intrusion.

You were so ready,
So tight,
Thighs and calves so very taut,
The metal cold,
Solid but smooth,
Slid easily up and down your groove.

Delicious peach halves,
Ready to bite,
Teeth sunk in such a delight,
Denied and held off though,
This wasn't the time,
Plunging between them the goal.

Lavish application of silvery clear liquid lube,
Straight from the tube,
Cold and fresh,
To take away your breath,
Make you bite your lip and prepare for what was next,
Suck deeply on that bottle,
So you won't clench...

I waited for a few moments,
Thinking aloud inside my head for that moment,
Knowing how long the rush from the poppers take,
Before it kicks in and your inhibitions fade,
The pulse of warmth washing over you,
The lions and Tigers inside you call to the wild...

I saw the slight flex in your arse cheeks,
Your hot tight anus winked at me,
I took the moment and started to apply the pressure,
The silver love bomb now kissing your ring,
Knowing deep in your head the choir was about to sing.

Unyielding at first, the tip denied,
Sucking harder on the bottle you tried,
I added more weight tot he metal toy,
Waiting for your rush before trying a new ploy,
Slowly spinning the plug was the key,
Slipping and sliding into you as you started to give.

You trusted me implicitly,
Now felt the rush,
No longer was I having to push,
You eased yourself back after the initial resistance,
I was about to warn you it was almost on the edge and you took it out of my hand,
The sigh and the moan,
The depth of your groan...

Your butt now firmly plugged and only the jewel left winking at me.