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                                  ÒThat little bit of leatherÓ
                                         by Michael OÕMarah

            You said you
            loved me
            as you reached
            for that bit of leather.

            I knew this was
            another game,
            I wondered 
            whether I would
            enjoy it,
            or [if] it would be 
            like the last.

            I watched
            as you wrapped 
            the string of leather
            around my cock,
            behind my balls
            again and again.

            I tried to pull it off,
            my cock would explode
            with the pressure
            of my blood
            but you grabbed
            my hands,
            pulled the handcuffs
            from under the pillow.
            Still I tried
            to loosen
            that leather
            with my thighs
            but you grabbed
            my feet and tethered them.
            IÕd just bought
            those bed posts.

            I wasnÕt liking this game.

            I begged for you to stop,
            loosen the choke hold you had
            on my cock,
            you laughed,
            took out the rest
            of your toys.

            My eyes widened
            in fear
            as the clamps came near
            to my chest,
            I begged you to stop.
            You didnÕt.

            The pain,
            you pinched and pulled
            upon my nipples,
            hard enough for me
            to forget the pain
            between my legs
            and enjoy them both.

            You werenÕt near done,
            were you,
            as you took that monster
            into both hands.
            Nothing that large
            could be called a dildo.
            You pushed into me,
            stretching when IÕd been 
            stretched too far.

            You pounded into me,
            that thing was tearing me
            apart
            and we enjoyed it.

            You straddled me,

            opened yourself up
            and swallowed.

            I moaned for a moment in pleasure.
            you grasped those clamps,
            pulled and pulled,
            bounced, 
            I thought to explode
            from the pain, pleasure, pain
            until I did
            and filled you
            and you rode the storm.

            It lasted forever
            until you took away 
            the clamps,
            left me empty
            without the dildo.
            You looked into my eyes
            for the first time
            as you unwound 
            that bit of leather.

            You freed my hands,
            went in for a shower
            never saying a word.

            I knew this wasnÕt 
            the last game weÕd play
            as I fondled
            that little bit of leather,
            flushing the toilet.

            Candle light can be
            so romantic.


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That little bit of leather is copyright 1999 by Michael OÕMarah