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Forty-Two Slave Girls

Forty-Two Slave Girls

Had a wild dream just the other night

Was a ruler of a distant planet

With forty-two slave girls to do my bidding

All gorgeous with naughty habits

Customs were quite a bit different to ours

But one thing remained the same

They liked to snuggle and do naughty things

To say no, would have been insane

So I suffered through this difficult ordeal

And satisfied as many as I could

I was plain tuckered out after twenty-eight

Apologized then collapsed where I stood

Woo Hooo! What an amazing reverie

I'll try to dream it again tonight

Some of those girls had real strange customs

Holy cadoodle, talk about excite!

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Wolf Soul

Ok very M/s of You to write.

Makes this one wonder if it is only a dream but one You wish to be a reality.

I liked it

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Jack Ellison

You are very insightful!!! LOL Love, Jack xxx

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Wolf Soul

PS: You didn't write of shackles or bells as slaves would have worn them well.

To notify you at night they are coming to your chambers.

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Wolf Soul

Yes I am very insightful. I invite you to read my poem entitled Submission.

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