Human furniture

Lying face down in the dark, for Her it remains passive.

His erection looms above, She whispers “pet… It’s massive.”

Connected at buttocks, up their backs, to neck and head…


In place of sex, a convenience is what it is instead.


Her hair falls past it’s downturned face, by it’s blind eyes.

From above an erotic moan. He’d grabbed Her by the thighs.

Every thrust. Along it’s back, He made them both slide…


Juices mingled. Sweat from effort, made Mistress glide.





3 thoughts on “Human furniture”

  1. hi, I do like your writing iv followed you for a while. by the way thanks for the follow back, but im no longer on iv moved to which is a wordpress self hosted site. so youd need to follow there.

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