These are the duties of the sissy cuckold
Matt
Matt
Sep 16, 2014

She made me wear
A pink french maid's uniform that day
I had to wait on her and her black stud lover Tyrone

Fix them drinks and make them dinner
These are the duties of the sissy cuckold

It's hard to be inferior to him
He is so well-built and powerful
A perfectly sculpted body
A large and powerful manhood
He is every woman's dream

She reminds me that no beautiful woman
Will ever want to be with a sissy like me
That my manhood is too small
That my sex drive is too low
Nature has dealt me a bad hand

I sit by the bedroom door
This time I am not allowed to watch
She only told me that they would be doing it doggystyle

I sit next to the door
I hear her load moans and sighs
I know he is pleasuring her
In ways I never could

My goodness
Forty-five minutes have passed
And they are still going at it

I peer through a crack in the door
He is so powerful that he can hold her up
As he thrusts deep inside her

I am not strong enough
To have sex in the standing position

What a man he is
He can squat 300 pounds
And has a strong powerful ass

Look at him thrust
She screams in ecstasy

After she is finished
She will tell me how wonderful he was
As I polish her high heels

After he leaves
I have the humiliating and exciting task
Of giving her oral pleasure

These are the duties of the sissy cuckold

Matt
Matt
May 19

I came home to see
My bride to be

Lying naked on the bed
"Fuck me harder"
Is what she said

This powerful black man thrusted deep

Instead of protesting
I sat by the door

Jerking off
I uttered,
"Please Tyrone, pound my bride to be
Like A whore."  

He climbed off her and was done
Never had my wife had so much fun

She was leaking his hot seed
What a sinful and naughty deed

Her engagement ring lying upon the floor

She told me she still loved me
But had never been fucked like this by me before

As she blew him
She rode my face

His potent seed
Had a delicious taste

#sex   #cuckold   #cuckoldry  
R. Barclay
Feb 5, 2011

In comes one every week,
tracking into my home the filth of the streets:
some are patterned like cows,
some wear tuxedos,
some have turtle shells on their backs.  
One looks like a whole spice rack spilled out on him.
Barn cats, alley cats, stray cats, exotic cats—
she says no to none of them.

This home is wild and foolish like her mind.
That compassion pours out like acid on my bones.
Then I’m forced to shoot her down  
with words that fly out like bullets,
and more mouthfuls
and more mouthfuls of bullets
that all but ricochet off her iron clad will.

You turn so perfectly
down your roads of passion.
Creep on through the stop signs I put up
and mount on my head the horns,
the ones we pretend we can’t see,
the ones that let the bullets soar,
bullets to kill you again,
horns to undress your sister.

But I won't be some tricked cuckold blindfold piece of shit
Simon Forsythe
Simon Forsythe
Aug 12, 2014

Baby, there's love between our eyes
So much love in disguise...
Incendiary, sparkling, tongued-out, pint size
But I won't be some tricked cuckold blindfold piece of shit

The cuckold, the tool,
Rory Flanagan
Rory Flanagan
Oct 18, 2014

I feel like the fool,
The cuckold, the tool,
Who am I?
Wall's red as my demise,
It is you that I despise.
Your words. Honesty is what breaks the
Honest man,
Not weapons or wars,
It is you, and your words,
Seething, acidic, painful...
And yet they're yours, perfect as the
Heavens and foul as death...
Yours, nonetheless...

The cuckold sits with empty pride
calpurnia mockingbird

The cuckold sits with empty pride
at all that's on display
he does not yearn for awful truth
'bout where she is today.
he dreams of travels far and wide
and promises the earth
he knows not that his dreams are lies
a source of lovers mirth
when she returns as day goes dim
he'll try to light a spark
he does not see that it's not he
who owns her weary heart.

each letter screamed by the muted cuckold.
Connor Dalton
Feb 19, 2010

I killed her
Maybe the world did,
some for me.
Maybe there's something, anything,
else.
I feel Her so truly
like an echo
all relief will be temporary,
all work for not.
each letter screamed by the muted cuckold.
I awake to my present
bound to love
bound to Her
and as I scream and
My heart screams out
please listen
for my echo.

They cuckold and maim
Sandra L Qian
Sandra L Qian
Oct 16, 2011

I do not like people
They cuckold and maim
Abandon without shame
Litter, gossip and blame
Never care for others
Only care for their own needs
They are racists and hateful
Liars and are wasteful
Two-faced, ungrateful
Baby killers, molesters
Not enough protesters
Killers in disguise
Children and their innocent eyes
Death on the rise
Greedy towards the needy
Our government is seedy
1 in 4 with STD's
Stupid and sloppy
Argumentative and Weak
Manipulative and scary
Disease and Destruction
War then Reconstruction
Public nose pickers
Butt pickers too
This is my list
I do not like people
How about you?

cuckold
kenye
kenye
Dec 23, 2013

She's no
Fragile
Fucking
Flower

She'll plant
Seeds
in
sanity

And grow
Through
Telepathic
Psychopathy

Passed
the
past
too rough
for diamonds

What didn't kill her
made her outpower
her ego

And she sent her soul
To cocktease
my cognitive construct
in haunting hallucinations

The girl next door
frantically feeling me up
via shared consciousness

She
suppressed
this obsession
So she's always
locked in my mind
like a dirty secret

She holds
the key
like a
cuckold

constricting roots
to hold me down
to Earth
with
no
release

She's
a wild
fucking
flower

 
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