A woman in a white dress walking in the woods.

Sweet Summer Stroll

Sweet Summer Stroll

On a hot summer day, the sun ablaze,
I asked you to wear the dress of my praise.
White with pink bows, with a neckline that dips,
A mix of innocence and sensual lips.

Hand in hand, we rode in the breeze,
To our favorite ice cream stand, with ease.
Cold treats in hand, I warned with care,
“Mind your dress,” a reminder to beware.

Yet melted drips on fabric white,
Told a story of delight.
A ride through nature I did propose,
“But I’m not dressed,” your protest arose.

Through the woods, we wandered deep,
Bird songs and leaves, a summer’s sweep.
In a clearing, serene and bright,
I held you close in the soft sunlight.

On my lap, you did rest,
My hand exploring, a silent request.
Your legs parted, my touch did seek,
The essence of you, tender and meek.

“Do you like this spot?” I softly inquired,
“Yes,” you said, your breath inspired.
“Have you been good?” my voice did press,
Your body answered, with a longing confess.

A gasp escaped, as I pressed inside,
Your silence, a moan, you could not hide.
Your body danced to my fingers’ play,
In a rhythm of lust, a sensual ballet.

Close to the peak, I held you near,
Then pulled away, you gasped in fear.
A spank, a touch, a gentle sting,
“Have you been good?” I asked again.

“No, I stayed up late, and my dress is stained,”
Your voice confessed, your spirit waned.
Twenty-five lashes, a lesson to learn,
Your bottom red, with a tender burn.

Tears fell softly, your grip on me tight,
As punishment turned to passionate delight.
Your hand found me, through cloth and skin,
Undressing with haste, our desires within.

Kneeling before, you undid my pants,
Kisses soft, a lover’s dance.
“Bend over,” I commanded with need,
To mark you mine, to plant my seed.

Thrusting deep, in passion’s embrace,
Your pleas, your warmth, a loving trace.
Harder, faster, your words did plead,
Till I fulfilled that primal need.

Spent and quaking, I withdrew,
Your eyes alight, a love so true.
Cleaning me with tender care,
Then dressing me, as you knelt there.

Hand in hand, we returned to the start,
Cuddling close, heart to heart.
In nature’s embrace, we found our peace,
A summer day, our love’s release.

Sweet Summer Stroll ©TLK2024

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