Fucked

Hands tied above her head with a complicated knot and her pleas echo through the empty house.

She's fucked. 

The air conditioning's at sixty nine and her whore red lace is wet.

She. Is fucked.

Each leg is tied to one bed post and the leather isn't giving in; Not an inch.

She's fucked.

He's sitting outside, watching with pride, as she struggles in vain to get rid of all traces of him.

She fucked up.

One hand falls from her knot, and god is she hot, she will teach him a lesson for now.

She is fucked.

A hand slips where it can and she mimics her man, moving around and screaming aloud.

Boy, is she fucked.

There's rhythm in her and she knows how to purr, the moment is close...

Oh my has she fucked.

She screams as loud as she can, as was the plan... satisfied again.

He fucked up. 

Leather and Lace

It's not too complicated, it is rather see-through,
Between the silken sheets a dream takes place
In someone's wonderland tied up with lace...
Handcuffs keep her submissive in bed
Her arms are tied above her head,
Legs pinned to the floor in front of the door
She's begging for more than ever before...
Black eyes and parted lips,
Moaning and moving her hips,
Begging for her newest fix,
Praying for more.
Swaying and shaking in all the right places,
Hot, rapid breath to cool off her neck
Goosebumps appearing all over her flesh
And her screams light up her face...
Yes, it's a night of leather and lace.