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Please can I have my belt back
By slave steve
So I finally found that little white house
On that very busy street
Should I decide to enter, there would be no retreat
Once inside, fate would be certain
An hour or so later, someone’s backside would be hurting
Should I top or should I bottom.
I can never decide which.
Why can’t I do both? Yes they call me a switch.
We went back and forth, me and that sweet dark haired lass.
Things got so intense you could hear shattering glass
Though the lashing and paddling could surely be felt.
There were no marking this time, not a bruise or a welt.
In fact the only trace of our encounter was my forgotten belt.
The little white house waits patiently as thousands of cars drive past.
But for those who dare to enter the memories will last