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leather bar
by Missy
I have never been a subscriber
but considered myself
to be one of the magazine's target readers.
S&M leather bars and their usual clientele.
The fastidious etiquette details
When to wear handkerchiefs,
and what colour they should be
They expect sex all the time
Just what is expected……………
From those assertive men
who meet in leather bars.
Smooth muscles are flexed
Powerful bodies driven together
Orgasms come as hard as the slap
of one man's hand across another's taut buttocks.
Their descriptions incorporate
sufficient graphic detail
to complete the picture
and they relay the universal passion
that accompanies any
intense sexual experience.
I see talent
Talent that lies in their ability
to convey tenderness.
I watched with horror, as I dialled 911
The police came, but only to explained
That these people unleash not fury but desire
I suddenly began to feel a tingle
in the palms of my hands
I had the urge to give my all to spanking
Turning white skin into a canvas of rainbow
I have the need to enhance punishment;
shame, humiliation, arousal, petulance,
power irresistible sexual trigger mechanisms.
I want to give, soft and hard, edgy and elegant,
enough to pattern the mind spanking,
and make them cry out loud in pain
suffused with warmth.
I want to stop spending Quiet Evenings at Home.
THE END
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