The kiss of the whip
feels sweet against my curved back...
Master, i am Yours.

sweat beads on his skin,
a dedication to love
shines bright in his eyes

the blindfold soft - warm...
wrapping tight over his eyes,
he cries out my name

eyes closed - blindfold wet
with tears he can't hold back as
I lick them away

a heat of passion...
of want - need - love - things we won't
admit in the light

hard heat - maleness - strength -
the touch of his hand is sweet...
he smells like desire

white skin and red blood
a portrait of want fulfilled...
he belongs to me

...imagination,
floating on the wings of dream--
conquered by desire

bodies together...
male heat twisted hard thrusting
eager for release

down on your knees, boy...
I see the need in your eyes--
who is your Master?

beauty is his cock
sliding hard - wet - against mine...
a dance of desire

oh, yes... yes... harder...
Professor, you know my kinks--
call me "dirty boy"