Your deepest needs in this new year, Miami – 51

'Twas the day after New Years, and I’d win a bet
If I wagered your pussy was tingly and wet:

Your stockings were off and your legs were widespread
With your fingers hard at work as you laid in your bed
Your toys and vibrators were laid out with care
Prepared for an orgasm that would surely be there

As fantasies of submission danced wild in your head
You imagined your ass, spanked ‘till it was red
But there was a glitch! You weren’t cumming with ease?
This time you needed more, someone dominant to please

So you dashed to Locanto with a logical plan
You’d click on each post till you found the right man
You searched and you scanned for that one perfect guy
But you just couldn’t find him, god only knows why

Then you found one who would make you his whore.
That was just the headline. He offered much more!
He would strip you naked, in your entry way
Then make good use of your body the rest of the day

Wrists bound behind your back, a leash ‘round your neck
Parade you, his new slave, from kitchen to deck
Your mouth, your pussy, your tight little ass
This man’s plans for your body were obviously vast

You sent a short note: take it all, from my throat to my butt
His thoughtful response came quickly: I’ll be right over, slut
Just invite me in, he promised, I’ll strip off your dress
The faster you’re naked, the more you’ll impress

A man of his word, he was there in a jiffy
To use you in ways the prudes would call iffy
That purposeful stride as he walked in the place
Made it clear he would soon fuck your face

He wasted no time, made sure you were undressed
Draped over his knee before you could protest
Then all of a sudden there arose a great SLAP
As your bare bottom became acquainted with his strap

He spoke not a word as his hands went to work
He enjoyed your punishment, yeah, he was that kind of jerk
He gave your ass what it craved until he was pleased
Then he moved you to the floor, down on your knees

It would be rude to describe all that came next
Suffice it to say, when he was done, you both felt well-sexed
He’d continue your use if you could take more
But you assured him at length, your holes were quite sore

So with a kiss and a smile, into the night he did disappear
With a promise to return frequently throughout the year
You heard him proclaim, as he left your neighborhood
“It's 2026, whore! Let’s make it good!”