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Click hereThere she blows
her hypersocial Elanor Rigby routine,
picks the right mask at the wrong time
and wears her Submissive Slut to the office.
A bowing, kneeling, panting yes-sayer
fills the hole of little miss In Control,
and it's too late.
Too late to connect the dots,
to realise what the nagging voice
in the back of her head
is trying to say.
And the always so stealthy gazes
becomes open stares
as she sways by
in her Come Take Me Now sultry routine,
where downcast eyes plays the prude
that pouting lips and thrust up tits
silently laugh at.
There she bows
one time too many,
and the hunter trigger switch is flipped
in every poking shaft of man
already drawn like magnets
to the bundle of stuck up
they had always known her to be.
Where will it end?
We'll just have to see.
This could easily had become cheap, clich? smut, but I sense a heathy tome of sarcasm in your tone here that saves it. It becomes a twisted little tale not to take too seriously, but with a serious message between the lines.
However, just like your other sumbission today, this seems to end a bit abruptly.