P.S. I’m Jill #ASMSG #Poetry

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P.S. I’m Jill

by Penelope Jones

 

I slept last night for the first time in ages
I dreamt of you keeping me locked away in cages

 

You seemed to be a Jack-of-all trades
And knew just how these things were made

 

One for when I’ve been a good little girl
You built it to make me feel safe and secure

 

And one for when I’ve been super naughty
I get the black lock, when I’ve been snotty

 

The black one makes me so sad
But I know you wouldn’t do it
if I hadn’t been bad.

 

I have way more fun behind the shiny-silver lock
that means I will get to feel your cock

 

Inside my mouth or shoved through my slit
I know you’ll use the Hitachi on my clit

 

When it’s all said and done
You will have cum

 

And Jill will cum soon after.
P.S. I’m Jill

 

Penelope Jones- Spanking it since 1996!

Copyright 2013

Sexting #Erotic #Poetry #ASMSG

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It started with a flirty wink

It turned to a naughty link

 

He said “you wanna try?”

Of course I couldn’t lie

However, I settled for “Hi.”

 

He pinned me to a wall

Ready to catch me if I fall…

I was his rag doll

 

Yes, we had a fling

But

 

It was only sexting!

Penelope Jones- spanking it since 1996!

Copyright 2013

Morning Glory… Hole! #Erotica #Gloryhole #ASMSG

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Let’s play a little game
Can you name…

 

My favorite position?

Submission!

 

You guessed it

Come, have a sit

 

And I’ll tell you my story

About the glory… Hole!

Oh, my soul

 

I had no idea they came in so many sizes

And some had a few surprises

 

I licked and sucked the first few

The next instructed me on what to do

 

“Turn around, spread your slit.”

“I’m about to fuck you … until you can’t sit.”

 

And he did… twice

Boy was it nice

 

The last guy in turn

Left me with concern

 

“I’m not sure you will fit through the hole.”

“You do have quite the pole.”

 

He laughed, and so did I

Then in my ear, I heard “hi.”

 

His breath was hot

I was caught

 

Our bodies rocked together as one

Until we both came undone

 

He whispered. “Is that what you expected?”

“I think it’s been perfected.”

 

My fingers brushed his chin

“Yes, exactly as you penned.”

 

All a fantasy he shared in a story

Now fulfilled, Morning glory…
Hole
 
 
 
Penelope Jones Copyright 2013