Dinner With Him (18+ Poem)

Why don’t you come in and put your bag down?

Relax… stretch out… that’s such a sad frown.

Did your day not go as planned?

Come here lay your head in my lap, I understand.

Let me stroke your hair.

As tender as can be.

I need you to relax to appreciate,

What is going to be.

I see your eyes closed,

And your breathing is steady.

You’re wearing too much clothes.

You will soon be ready.

“Do you want a drink, maybe a sip?”

All the while I want those lips on my tits.

You nod yes and I rise and mewl.

Making sure you see my ass.

You do have a good view.

I get two glasses,

And a chilled bottle of wine.

You open your eyes.

Feasting on my legs, not the wine.

I bend over and give you a brush on the lips.

I am not rushing so I give you no tongue,

Not one bit.

I poured only one glass, the other was a spare.

I straddle his ass, wedging him in with care.

I took a sip of wine letting him watch

My throat move.

I took some more and kissed his parted lips.

Sharing the sweet grape between our lips.

You deepen the kiss and suck on my tongue.

I grind just a bit, enticing what’s to come.

I broke off the kiss and looked him in the eyes.

“I need a straw. The one between your thighs”

I rose to stand and he helped a lady out.

Handling it with care, until I take it in my mouth.

I dripped a little wine on the head that was slick.

I took the straw deep and sucked it back up to the tip,

Looking up, I could not help the smile

Taking him to the back had not happened for awhile

The suction was an extra bonus.

Any harder and his nut would leave its harness.

A light pull because I did not want to hurt him tonight

I need him stiff and ready when I take that flight.

His hand was in my hair, pushing me down without care.

I played and squeezed and hummed a little song.

I felt it was time to move this along.

“My pussy hungry. Are you not going to feed it?”

Swollen lips breathing warm air on the tip.

Lifted up

legs are parted

thong removed

Fingers darted

Inside the warmth of my concavity

Preparing the way for his depravity

“Wrap your legs around”

Grabbing my ass with a smacking sound.

Prompted to hold his shoulders quick.

Shoving inside with his dick.

Was there a rhythm to this insane beat?

Feeding my pussy so much meat.

Mouth to mouth

Tongue to tongue

Ass all out

Dripping with precum

Harder he thrust until there was pain

Hitting the back walls, without restrain.

I was close, trembling thighs.

He was close, closing his eyes.

Once it hit. I did not know what came over me.

I sink my teeth in his neck trying not to breathe.

I felt his shudder as he came.

Coating my insides staking his claim.

Wave after wave of after-shock

Thick coating of cream marked my spot

When senses returned and earth came into view

“Honey, I hope you like dinner. It’s beef stew.”

(Hey fire starters, let me know how you like this new one.)

Pleasure Pond (poem18+)

I woke up with this feeling
A kind of instant needing
To touch it down there

Wiggling my toes
Pulling off my clothes
I felt a cool breeze down there

My hand slowly glide
Wanting to be inside
The sweet hole that’s bare, down there

Once I made it down
Guess what I found
A pond of sheer delight, down there

Like a child at play
In a watery spray
I dipped and swayed in it down there

A passion pond of treasured bliss
Fingers inserted turns and twits
It becomes a fevered dive down there

Then I stopped
My eyes did pop
He was watching me play, down there

I could not wait
To release an ache
Wanting to burst down there

I continued my assault
On a criminal at fault
Called my Pussy down there

Feeling hot
Not wanting to stop
My inner walls quivering down there

Oh so close
Just a few more pokes
And I explode down there

Satiated at last
From the initial blast
Of cum down there

I felt a dip
My body did flip
As he entered me fast down there

The idea holds true
That we feel like you do
When awaken with an urge down there

The next time you come upon
A woman playing in her pond
Give her a hand down there.

In The Dark

I read a poem called In the Dark
the things that were done
are things that leave marks

I caught my breath
With every stroke of the pen
There was nothing left
Once they entered the den

There was only one light
That’s shown in the pitch
One shimmering glow
My breath did hitch

There was no denying
What they were there to do
Once he began the tying
She breathed anew

This is a ceremony
The two have begun
This is deeper than matrimony
The two become one

With the raise of a hand
and a connection to flesh
It echoed off the walls
It stole her breath

She knew the signals
He heeded the signs
He pulled her up
Making sure to intertwine

The chords was intricate
a beautiful design
The tighter they were
The darker the marks are left behind

The night was dark
Decadent and sweet
The room was stark
A perfect place to meet

A surrendering so complete
It would tear out a soul
She surrendered where their bodies meet
He entered every hole

She began to tremble
As the intent to see if she could last
He increased the tempo
His semen he blasts

“Are you ready”
He did ask
She nodded her head
As he pushed 1 silver ball at a time inside her ass

She whimpered and mewed
Ready to burst
Her desire was fueled
With the first outburst

1 by 1 he pulled them out
1 by 1 she screamed and wiggled about
His smile was dark and hidden from the light
His enjoyment was dark and should be kept out of sight

When her orgasm struck
A sight to behold
Another one struck
As if it could be controlled

Their night will end
In the ray, of first light
But as long as there is darkness
They enjoy the night

(I would love to get feed back on my work. All is welcome)

Sexless World

Are we living in a sexless world?
Those who have it flaunt it.
Those who don’t want it.

There are so many people who dream of it.
Whether at night or in the day
to be taken in almost every way

Is there something in the air
Or something we ate
Somethings around us
Or given to us in a subliminal state

“Ah sex is not everything”
I heard that time and time again
If that is so, then why do we crave it so
my friend

There is a connection that is more than a touch
There is a slight devotion which to most of us means much
There is a burning that is douse with natural solutions
There is yearning that definitely brightens some of our constitutions

The natural chemical can dwindle in time
Never to be completely loss in an aged mind

Are we living in a sexless world
I should hope not
This is another question to unfurl
As I sit here in this spot.

Tongue (18+ Poem)

Let me orally

Tell you what you mean to me

Since this tongue

Can make the strongest being

Sing to me

Slowly I glide up the side

Circling a nip, my tongue flicks it.

Then it glides down

Stops

Dips

Flatten

Continue trip

Now this is where the fun of this tongue begins to play

“Male”

Glides down

To the base

Then up to the tip

Inserts tongue in the slit

Hair gripped

Mouth open

Slide tongue down

Deep thoat’n

Saliva full force in

Tongue in a wave

You trying to force in

Changing the stroke

You trying to choke

Getting a good grip

Sucking so hard

Like an icy on a stick

“Oh shit”

Trembling hands

With no grip

Blowing a load

Pass these lips

Oh yum, yum

Bitter taste left on tongue.

“Female”

Further down

A sweet bouquet

A lace covers her sex

Playful tongue gets it wet

Pull it to the side

So I can twirl that pearl

And get her to ride

Lips suck lips

In an oral discussion

Grinding so hard

Wanting to feel that eruption

Tongue flattens

You jerk

tongue dips in

slight squirt

tongue on a mission

won’t stop

building that sweet bubble

wanting you to pop

in and out

uncontrollable friction

You saying words

There is no diction

Body is telling me

What I want to know

Here is the clincher

Then she will blow

Pinch on the top

Tongue did a dip

Two fingers in back hole

There she goes

A geyser cannot compete

With this shit.

I Rise 18+ Poem

I rise with a particular taste in my mouth

I rise with a particular ache down south

I rise with the first rays of the sun

I rise with a want and an ache to cum

I go get what I need

I go get my favorite steed

It asks no questions

There is no pretension

I looked at it and wanted more

Took out another

I have a hole to explore

Laying back on cotton sheets

Legs open

I turn on the beasts

One goes in at the perfect setting

Second on top

The bed I’m wetting

Relentless

As it sucks and plunges

Relentless

Taking away these urges

The higher I go

The faster I grind

Having both in sink

And setting on nine

I shutter

I convulse

I break

I cum

Completely undone

Back to Earth

After touching the sun

I finally rise

Out of this bed

Relaxed and relieved

“Get to work” is in my head

Morning (Poem)

A whisper
A secret invitation
Fingertips gliding on goosed flesh.
Leg slides over another
A Natural well spring awaits.
A tender kiss placed on a spinous process.
Slight tremors of expectation
A timid testing on smooth entrance
An effortless breech dive in a clear lake
Wrapped in an internal embrace
Being guided to a peak that seems out of reach.
Hands grip and tilts hips backward
With drawing just to granulate in
Hitting a target that can only be reach in this angle.
Over and over
wanting more
Giving more
And taking so much more
Deep shudder felt by a tested Batton
Close, so close
“Cum for me”
Crash and crumbled on well slept sheets.
To be rewarded with a warm burst of completion.

I’m Not a Submissive (Poem)

How can I submit to you?

When I do not know how.

I want to grab you by the throat.

Have you kneeled and bow.

I want to glide my nails across your skin.

I want to hold your cock in my hand.

The very same cock you want to put in.

I want to squeeze,

Till your eyes flutter.

Hard for you to breath and

You begin to shutter.

I want to stick my finger in your mouth.

Watch you suck,

Until I pull out.

When you come.

It is when I say.

That is why I cannot be submissive.

Not even for today.

Welcome to my Kinkdom (Poem) 18+

Close the door

Don’t say a word

Too much clothes

That’s absurd

Take it off

Slow so I can watch

Then get on your hands and knees

Crawl over there, never walk

Do I want to spank

Not sure I’m feeling it

I do want a gag

So your spit can soak it

I don’t worship enough like I should

St Andrews cross is looking pretty good

Tie you in an X

Then decide what is next

I want you raw and trembling with need

Wetting the floor with your seed

Whap!

Oh that was my hand

On that plump ass

It was begging for it you understand?

Will tonight be the night I claim you for the world to see

Not yet, my pet

But I love it when you plead.

Now stand

Let me see what’s instore

Inpressive yes

But I want more

Your body is mine

There is no doute

What I want is in your mouth

Once you are bound

I’ll turn you upside down

And with a flick

I’ll raise your head just a bit

To the cross you see

I straddle your face

Enjoy the delicacy that is me

When I cum

And dripping down your face

What do I want you to say

“I will eat you every day”

Mistress!

Lips Whispered On Skin

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An invisible line draws me to you.

Creating a need to be near you.

My lips want to feel your skin,

1 million nerves firing.

From the barest of touches,

Sending electric impulses,

Throughout your form.

Close your eyes and just feel.

A whispered kiss,

Under the ear.

On a pulse.

“Don’t touch me”

Relax.

As my lips stroll,

You are trying to control,

Your breaths.

As the path I follow,

Is met with a deep hollow.

A warm exhale enters the hole.

A Loud swallow,

as you barely hold control.

Continuing my journey.

I have a choice to make.

Should I build this pleasure,

Into an ache, that matches.

The pounding of a bass drum?

Or go on my way,

Till I make it to the point,

Where you are nothing more than,

A vibrating body of need.

‘Please’ you indicate,

With a rise and a roll,

From hips directing me

where to go.

Forward it is.

My lips you felt.

Moistened by the tongue.

And what you delt.

(I will end it here since this is going more into oral than stimulation of lips on skin)