Her Dance


He plays
She dances
Men will fight
To be the one
Chosen tonight
To feel the rhythm
Body press
Like liquid flows
Beneath her dress

Satisfy her
In the dance
The lucky few
Will get the chance
From the floor
They will be led
The dance of lust
Ends in her bed

Masters Choice


Mark Davis and Sharon Johnson

Master and Sub…

Hair up
As expected
To be inspected
Lace covered
Nipples tight
Prayed it would be right

I hear his voice
Master’s choice
He looks at me
I know he’s pleased
I chose right
For our night
Of play…

Hard to hide
Balls buried
Deep inside
Held by Him
Would vibrate
At his whim

Desire high
Can’t be denied
Tied and bound
The only sound
Him saying my name
As I do the same
Screaming in ecstasy…

He was there
She moaned
Held his stare
He reached out
Soft touch teased
“My girl
I am pleased”

Feeling sated
Master Elated
Then his tender kiss
Upon my lips
Smiles at him
Sub and Master win


The Switch


He wondered today
What switch inside her head
Would it be the Goddess
Or someone to be lead
Would she sit upon her throne
Awaiting him to please
Or wait inside the door for him
Compliant on her knees

Initially surprised him
The first time of the change
So many fears to conquer
Thoughts to rearrange
That voice that sounded firm
So willing now to serve
Looking up and pleasing
“Please give what I deserve”

So right
So wrong
Which world do they belong

Her Pleasures


He ran his fingers down her front
She squirmed against his touch
Legs tied apart her pussy dripped
Wanted him so much
The pressure from the clothes pegs
Pinching her pussy lips
Two fingers slid inside her
Caused her to buck her hips

The ones upon her nipples
He squeezed extra tight
Then pulling them off quickly
Bent down to kiss and bite
Felt her start to tremor
Then turned to walk away
She begged him not to leave her
“Don’t leave me here this way”

Could tell she had her toy out
Pressed between her legs
Knew she was close to cumming
Heard it in her begs
He himself was aching
Her begging made it grow
Stood back and observed her
Couldn’t let it show

He went back to her pussy
Three fingers nice and wet
Bent down and whispered
“Cum now for me pet”
As her juices go
His fingers couldn’t stem the flow

A Special Love


The special place
Their private space
Somewhere so discrete
All day
Her thoughts would drift his way
Dream of when they’d meet
Their first kiss
So needed this
The blanket on the ground
Hot desires
He’d fuel her fires
Wished him first she’d found

Lay with him
Comfort in his hands
Whispering their plans

Mark D Davis

The Guest


“My old friend is in town
I’ve offered him a bed
Make sure you look after him”
Is what her husband said
She was trying on some lingerie
When he knocked on the door
Put on a robe and answered
Smiled at what she saw

The handsome man smiled back
She invited him inside
She felt his eyes undress her
His interest hard to hide
Explained that her husband
Would be back the next day
“It’s lonely when he’s gone
So it’s nice that you will stay”

They talked for a while
She was still in her robe
He told her how his travels
Took him round the globe
“But if I had someone
Like you waiting at home
I think things would change
I’d be less inclined to roam”

Crossing her legs
She started to flirt
His gaze so arousing
How could it hurt
Her bustier showing
Her robe slightly parted
He leaned in and kissed her
And that’s how it started

Now here she was
Down on her knees
Followed hubbies instructions
Doing her best to please
Using her magic
As he gripped tight the chair
Would not be lonely
While the guest was there

Mark D  Davis 2016



In this space
We’d share a warm embrace
A message
Would bring a smile to my face
I’d see you
As I gazed into blue skies
Your vision
Would dance before my eyes

Feel your face between my fingers
Your presence lingers

Mark D Davis 2016