Candy canes and sugar plums dwelling in the fantasy of youth.
Dances with the ginger bread man,
and tea parties lavished with fine china and gum drops for dessert.
Read your books about the faerie tales of Prince Charming,
and his trite rescue, for he can come in many flavors.
It is the night you have dreamed about.
Satin dress and an army of servants to get you ready.
Three to five revolutions of the face of time to do your coif;
picture of perfection for the upcoming encounter.
Pretty in pink your claws will be,
innocence in love and naive to the beast.
Surprised at your chariot when it arrives;
white horses and ribbon absent from your view.
Replaced by black and chrome and a roaring engine.
Prince charming comes to greet,
with an innocent smile that is made to mislead.
Says all the right things and seems idyllic.
Takes you on adventures of dreams abound;
plotting and waiting,
looking for the opportunity to strike.
Have you ever met a beast?
Lead you to his brilliant castle neat and prim,
opens the door so you may lead...what a gentleman!
Whisks you from your feet and smiles like an angel;
feel your dreams are coming true in gentle hands.
Mind a racing of the prospect of making love,
slow and proper with beauty and innocence preserved.
Into the den of the devil you are carried,
all covered in white lace.
Lay on the goose-feather while he seals the cage.
Waiting expectantly with baited breath
of the gentle pleasure to come.
Turns to you with no smile,
and you know that something is wrong.
Rushes to your side as you try to scream,
only silence you hear, muzzled by the beasts hand.
Terror in your eyes as you look into his,
Now you will know my dear how my game is played!
Ripping and tearing of the beautiful wrapper,
in shreds on the floor your protection against the world.
Smile turned into a tiger's snarl,
scream and far worse it will be.
Hand removed, to scared to disobey,
slink backward on the silk to get some space.
Watching you he is as he removes his wolves clothes.
Slowly on purpose to build the torture of hurtful expectation.
A soft stroll and a wicked smile as he comes to your side.
Snatches your wrists and holds them tight.
please don't hurt me...
Just the words he wants to hear as his savage lips and teeth do their work;
expecting to hear you scream as he marks you deeply and draws blood.
In a room a moment of sweet silence as no scream is heard,
but instead replaced with an unexpected moan...
Her eyes open and their stares meet;
he has awoken the beast but not in himself.
Clinched teeth and a swipe her claws dig into his chest.
With a push and a twist she finds the sheep on his back,
primed for the slaughter.
Hands around his neck,
uncharted waters he is in.
what to do when the hunter becomes the prey?
Can barely breath from the onslaught that ensues.
Hard as a rock from this wonderful revelation.
Seeping warm wetness runs down the shaft as she lingers on top,
waiting for the moment she has been lusting for her whole life.
Driving downward like a jackhammer of flesh and desire,
she screams out in lustrous pleasure.
Hammering away at him while choking him out,
it all becomes too much.
Stop, I cant hold back any longer!
With a pull from her hair produces long thin steel,
to his eye it moves.
Cum before I am finished and I will drive it home.
Enough incentive, no taste for death.
The ferocious pace continues...
With thrashing of hair and screams of ecstasy,
she fills the room with a desperate cry that only a woman can produce.
Collapsing down onto his chest,
heart and breath racing she lets his throat free
almost to the point of the deep black his eyes flutter in disbelief.
Unsaddling herself she rises from the bed
and turns for the door.
Wait I didn't even get to finish???
With a chuckle and a sly retort
maybe tomorrow my little paper tiger....for now goodnight...
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