Kim is Washing Dishes

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Rubber Fantasy

Kim is washing dishes when her fantasies awaken 
Daydreaming among the suds and soggy rinds of bacon
Rinsing one white dinner plate she goes to grab another
Wonders what it would be like to do it wearing rubber

Thoughts like this keep popping up inside her head for weeks
No fantasy stays idle, for reality it seeks
Finally she brings home spanking brand new rubber gloves
They’re soft and pink and shiny, the sort a woman loves

All at once the washing up becomes a gorgeous thrill
When the dishes are all done, she scrubs the window sill
She cleans for days then finally she takes a rest
Pondering what it would be like to do it in a rubber dress

Time passes, the gloves now part of the routine
The house is spick and span, the cat is clean
But Kim’s latest fantasy just tempts her all the time
Unable to resist the dress she orders one on-line

When it comes she pulls it wildly from its wrappers
Strips off, slips it on, like nothing else matters
She stands breathless, overwhelmed and stunned to think
That life will be so ravishing now beside the kitchen sink

Months go by and Kim is blissful, everything is gleaming
Till sure enough again she starts her idle dreaming
And as she rests against the fridge we hear her soft and sensual sigh
For the thigh length black heeled rubber boots she knows she has to buy

The boots feel wonderful; she’s filled with wild delight
The dishes line up sparkling and the spoons shine bright
Kim feels different, standing tall and shimmering and black
Against the wall between the fridge and the vegetable rack

Three years later things have moved on quite a lot
For now Kim’s found herself in a dreadful spot
Encased in a shiny black, skin tight rubber suit
Feeling nervous but at the same time, hot

Hands cuffed to the taps, she’s bent over the kitchen sink
Legs held apart, ball-gag in her mouth, no time to think
As a tall and pretty Scottish dyke, she’s never met before
Fucks her with a strap-on dick, like she was a whore

The cat watches by the washing machine, waiting to be fed
Wondering if Kim will ever get the message in her head
That this must be the end of her mad rubber fascination
Sometimes things are definitely best left to imagination


Daniel Guy

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