Keep Your Dress On - Sex Stories

Keep Your Dress On

Keep your dress on, give my hands an objective and purpose

To travel your manifold with no borders where every pose,

Every position is within limits and, considering legally,

Is accepted reluctantly at first, at the end – eagerly.

Keep your dress on, let it hold your geometry curved by gravity,

Where the best path is indirect and runs between joy and depravity

To the point where your black hole conflicts with your cunt’s curvature,

Where symphony hides and waits for the prelude and overture.

Keep your dress on, your tease never wasted, hold your eyes batting.

The hem flies above your waist. With your t’s crossing and your i’s – dotting,

I know enough math to remove your bra and panties without undressing,

Kissing you, fondling, pinching, rubbing, probing, caressing.

Keep your dress on, legs open, bidding me your cunt in its glorious glistening,

Body arched, mouth agape, you moan. I am swelling, I'm listening,

Smelling your scent untrapped after everything removed or lifted,

Pounding you, giving you all I have, have been given, with what I’m gifted.

Keep your dress on, it’s making your core tense, my cum – brewing.

You are not Monica, I am not Bill, the only thing we risk to ruin

Is the soiled dress you’ll wear with pride of a well-fucked woman

Making your husband mad. What can we do, we are only human.