Ode to CFNM - Sex Stories

Ode to CFNM

So forlorn I stand naked And unashamed That I make it Like so much soft porn. Upon my knees The weight rests Bound to feelings I can attest My manic mind doth seize. Wanting naught But to display For female fun That she may play With what wonders I sought. My blood rushing Both up and down Loins and face Cheeks, my own, Both high and low blushing. She is well dressed From hat to heels As before her My mind reels, Exposed but not distressed. For I am in my place Beneath her gaze, My head bowed. All I may raise Are paeans to her grace. I'm well paid for the pain Of pen strokes in verse With strokes across Bare flesh. And worse, I beg for more again.