Hi all

I received this wonderful poem to my inbox a little while ago , I think it's fantastic and had to be shared with you all! Written by a fan who unfortunately lives too far away to partake in a real afternoon tea scenario


"If you asked me to tea
And some trifles were there
The gloopiest one
I would smear in your hair.

Resulting in no kind of
Stern-faced rejection,
But only your shock and
My massive erection,

I'd tear off your shirt
Quite before you could stir,
And the lacy red bra
Would follow, I'm sure,

And moving like lightning
I'd rip off your skirt,
Slap a spank on your bum
(Not a bad kind of hurt)

You stand there in awe
With alarm in your eyes,
And a hope I don't see that
Big tray of cream pies

That sits on the counter,
Immaculate, grand --
You'd prefer that each pie
Just remain in its pan.

But I've seen it! You could
Not induce me to stop
From splattering those boobs
I admired in your top.

Careless of cleanup
(This isn't MY place)
I take the first pie,
Push it square in your face,

And I twist it, and smush it,
And smear it all round
That magnificent face
So the cream slopping down

Just covers that marvelous,
Huge, stunning pair
Of the most gorgeous boobs
That I've seen anywhere.

You let out a squeal
-- these pies are so cold! --
But that turns me on,
And the number, all told,

Of the pies that you take
Gets higher, near twenty --
You beg me to leave,
Tell me this has been plenty,

But MY plans are different,
I'm only just starting,
No way could I dream of
So early departing!

I approach the whipped cream
In the bowl on the stand
And take a big handful -
No, two - in each hand,

And as you protest
I hold back, as a tease,
Then I see those big tits --
They deserve a good squeeze!

But before I can do it
I slip on some pie
That lay on the floor
Beneath us, nearby.

You act with all speed and
You take this one chance
To subdue me, removing
My shirt and my pants,

Till I'm sitting there nude
But you remedy this,
Making ME wear your panties and
Blow me a kiss,

Which makes me embarrassed --
You love it -- that's why
You get so aroused as
You pick up a pie

And stroll over slowly,
And just remain there,
To test the anxiety
I hardly can bear.

Your tone is commanding --
"You'll eat this!" you say,
"But not in the regular,
Knife-and-fork way...."

Then SMACK! on your bottom
You slather the mess,
And how I'll be feasting
I don't need to guess.

I squirm and I beg,
Which makes you feel good
And kinky and bossy
The way that you should.

"What's wrong? What is making
You act so damn prissy?
Since donning my knickers
You're being a sissy!"

And grabbing me roughly
With fistful of hair,
You smirk as I quiver
In lace underwear.

"Come on now, my boy,
You don't want a taste?
Be a terrible shame if
This cream went to waste!

You're eating the cream
And the pie, you must know,
From my million-quid arse,
So don't complain -- go!"

You force me in hard
And I've really no choice,
For those two cheeky beauties
Are stopping my voice,

And in seventeen minutes
Of butt-grinding fun,
Your climax explodes like
The birth of a sun.

A thing that enhances
Your pleasure a lot
Is knowing you're pleasured
And knowing I'm not,

So out come the feet
To smear pie in my face
In sexy black stockings
Embroidered with lace.

You finger yourself at
The top of your legs
While watching me mess up
My head with smashed eggs,

And then one more climax
(You know I'm off-put
Licking pie off the end of
Your stocking-clad foot).

And foot number two
Is smushing it in,
On my hair, in my mouth --
How tasty a sin

To drench me in mess
And make me a fool
With hot ladies' undies --
Deliciously cruel.

As I kneel there compelled
Just ready to cry,
You cum, and cum hard,
Since I'm slopped up with pie.

You love it when you're
In control and I'm not,
And whip out a cellphone
To take a quick shot.

So this is the tea-party's
Glorious end, when
You take naughty snaps,
Hitting "Forward" to send"


Brilliant isn't it? Thank you very much, dear fan who shall remain nameless at their request

xxxx