Sadistic Moment
By; Audrey BarberI got Knickers, Pretty thingy's too
Some very pink, some very blue
All sorts of sizes, one two three.
I choose my knickers everyday
The large lacy ones to office I wear
As modest they say I have to be
The panty line must not show
To night time boogies
I get my strings
Just the little thing My G-String
It sure does scratch a bit on the crotch
But then I do not mind
As it's the night
I need a tickle to my G-spot
But then those girdles
How ugly they look
But I need them too, when fat I get
To squeeze in my belly that falls on my knees
Its hard to breathe, I gasp for air
But it does a good job
Into my pants I can get
I run back home to rip them off
Stand against the fan to cool meself off
Now I am home, what knickers do I need
I stay free willy, at ease and all
Feeling the air play underneath
But When Mama catches me
With me knickers on the floor
She rants and she rants until I faint
She just says ladies must be
Knickered all the time
So here I am in me KNICKER BLOCKERS
What will we do without our pretty Knickers
To all those that design them
I say a THANK YOU!
Poetry by Audrey Barber
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Written on 2006-09-21 at 20:52
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