Three Whips

Just playing around. The Masked Pimpernel does this better. See One Ripple and others.

Three Whips for the cotton slip under the skirt,
Seven for the knickers with their lace so sheer,
Nine for six-inch heels sure to hurt,
One for the pale skin of her bare rear
And the glimpse of nipples through her silken shirt.
One Whip to mark her flesh, One Whip to tease her,
One Whip to kiss her flesh and in the process please her

Ah, the glimpse of nipples through her silken shirt.

About Frank

A Sci-Fi & Fantasy author and lyrical poet with a mild obsession for vampires, succubi, goddesses and Supergirl.
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3 Responses to Three Whips

  1. monocochlearmutineer says:

    This sounds like every hobbit’s secret fantasy… nicely done 😉

  2. monocochlearmutineer says:

    Many thanks for the mention, by the way!

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