Monday, 15 June 2015

~EXTREMEly CONTENTed ~



My pams caress your bubbly behind, sliding over every curve . My right hand twirling your hair between my fingers . Our lips meet in a fiery , passionate embrace , my hands drop down and down to your shorts . My hands gently squeeze your luscious cheeks , you can feel that warm throbbing in your midriff bursting into life . I gently push you onto the bed as I gently take your top off revealing your pink lacy bra underneath . Our lips press against each others , we break apart , close enough you can still feel my breath on your neck . I now kiss your ear and whisper “Don't move , don't make a sound .” I hear you let out a long excited sigh in answer , as a smile now spreads across my face . My hand now traces a line from your shoulder down your spine , until I reach the clasp on your bra , where I prize it open .

Your bra now falls off your body . The cold air quickly firming up your nipples , my lips meet them , they grow firmer almost to the point of pain and yet , you love every kiss on them . That warmth in your midriff now radiates out to your toes , making you want to curl them . You can feel yourself getting wetter . Now my mouth sucks your nipples . A pant escapes your lips , your back arches slightly making your pussy ache all the more .

My hands now slide down , away from caressing your nipples down to the top of your shorts they find and open the button . You feel them guide your shorts off leaving you in you red and black pokadot panties . You let out a whimper of expectancy while my fingers now trace lines on your inner thighs . My fingers slowly reach the lacy outskirts of your panties and they gently run in circles on top of your panties , just a millimeter above your slit . Your clit tingles as my fingers slowly draw closer to it , the warmth begins to throb harder and fiercer as my fingers draw ever closer . You push your hips outwards searching for my fingers, longing for me to touch it. I teasingly slide them away and then draw them back , I finally give in and my fingers glide over the soft material covering your clit , a loud sharp gasp escapes your lips as my fingers cause a lightning bolt of pleasure race up through your body . My hands now slowly slide up to the top of your panties reaching the lace at the top and slowly gently pull them down . You feel your clit get harder and the throbbing intensify . As you know that the pleasures not far away . Your dark sensual smell reaches out and fills the air , casting a spell on me to reach down and taste it . My fingers now slither to your opening, my fingers now once again tease you as they circle around your clit . I see your wetness glistening in the light, my fingers now brush your clit . Your body shudders but this time no noise escapes your lips , my fingers now slide over your clit the tingling throbbing growing to a new height .

My fingers now enter your wetness , you feel your muscles contract and relax on my fingers , they slowly exit your opening . My fingers glistening from your wetness , I taste your flavour sweet and sour , making my tongue tingle. I offer them for you to try and you slowly allow my fingers into your mouth . I remove my fingers from your mouth and gently enter your magical fountain , sliding in and out , your body adapting to every time they enter . My lips meet you hips kissing slowly downwards towards your clit . They inch their way closer , my tongue now gently reaches out and reaches your hard clit .
I too can now feel the throbbing in your clit , my tongue now continues to snake its way in circles as your clit throbs , my lips then leave to gently press them selves over that spot which you love but nobody but me knows where . My fingers continue to enter and slide out slowing , gaining speed and then decreasing making you ache for more , my tongue copying my fingers varies the speed teasing you all the more . Until every time I slow down another whimper escapes your lips , every exhale becoming a pant as I reach peak of speed, but this time you feel a difference, my hand starts off slower than normal and gently increases , my lips increases in pressure causing your back to arch and your hips press into me , my fingers continue to slide in and out . I can feel your opening pulse and contract on my fingers, my fingers become wet in your juices , my lips press against your pelvic bone just above your clit for the final time , I tentatively kiss a line down . Now my lips press against your clit and now suck it you gasp at the sudden increase in pleasure racing through your body . My fingers on my right hand continue to glide in and out of your opening , I replace my lips with my left hand , the change in pressure causing your clit to throb faster .

My fingers continue to rub , gaining speed and before losing it again . My hand however , never stops , just circling at the perfect pace for teasing ; faster enough to drive you insane , but , not fast enough to drive you over the edge . This time you feel me apply more pressure rub that much faster , my other hand's fingers keeps on thrusting in to your opening , pumping in and out . You can feel that warm throbbing build up behind the opening of your pussy , you feel it draw closer and closer. As I continue to rub with more vigorously , you can feel the tidal wave of pleasure building, rearing its head, you can feel yourself ride the pleasure . It breaks, the waves of ecstasy rush round your body ; making your toes curl . your hands to grip the sheets , without realizing your back arches , and you groan out . as you feel the pleasure subside, you collapse exhausted on to the bed .

~Jack, Mary & The Incurable Romantic~


Jack run with chainsaws in my head
left me in gutters
or in treetops
lurching precarious
each branch thinner
more rotten than the next

Scary,
how empty bottles
still ain't pretty to watch

The vapours
made me happy to forget
before I remembered
all the reasons they were swallowed
and had to take more
until my body screamed
stop...

The women
fucked with me, as I with them
years dancing
past impossible quests
the search for love everlasting
or some bullshit et cetera
'Que sera-sera'

Chronic?
Yes!
Cynic?
you bet.

But once in a while
electric tingling over the bridge
the faintest whisper
a wraith crawling sickly from the heart
inspired by a word or a smile
a simple turn of her head

Soulmate, is that you--
where've you been all my life?

WHERE THE FUCK have you been,
you long lost shit?

"Sanity"

Tuesday, 3 March 2015

~ Eight point Nine millimeter ~


Sleepless night, imagination constricting
in and out, adjusting the focus
long legs striding so seductively
cherry lips bright as rose petals
grey matter this spiritual vertigo
vintage masterpiece
dusky the backbeat
in the directors chair
lust, feeding how I want to guide you
in horizontal fevers of inhibitions.

Touch me with crass
sitting in your chair, voyeuristic addiction
whiskey on breath, smoking on a joint
lost in the curtains of vapor
undressing me with your mind
thong and lace, falling on the ground
in nocturnal dreams
the witching hour
unveiling secrets with sticky fingers.

Crawl across the floor
butt reflection on the cabinet
with skin tight corset
moving to rhythm, in soundless motion
just a hint of cleavage
moist goosebumps
those come hither eyes
skirt riding hips
tantalizing expressions
arousing manhood with delicate motion.

sudden straddle
swimming in your gaze
kissing your mouth
a temptress on a mission
glowing in the dark
sucking the sexual hunger
off your lurking tongue
staining your mind
melting wax,
stiffness of badness
dipping in
dripping on
cut, edit, hold me down
afflicting your fantasies
my eternal virgin
'till morning light.

Awakened in drenched sweat
slapped with reality and fantasy a blur
lipstick stained collar
perfume scented sheets
smeared with decadence
recalling nails, moans and screams
echoing, satisfied dreams
holding you
gripping tight..

with 8.9mm's of
spiraling
elusive lust.

Tuesday, 17 June 2014

~Red Robin~


She holds the back of my neck, kisses me deeply, looking into my brown eyes

Her dark eyes inviting, full, swallowing mine

Silently, constantly expressing her deepest desires

Confidently her sexual wants result in euphoric sighs

Of pleasure, passion, fulfillment & release

Aware of my craving to touch, kiss, lick & tease

Her juices, plentiful, warm, savory & sweet

Arching spine, throbbing labia, begging me not to cease

She moans & whispers, then nearly shrieks

Moaning louder &louder, don't stop, don't fucking stop

My tongue encircles her clit, then thrusting quick

Soaking in the salty-honey, flavor filled peaks

A guttural groan, taught pelvic muscles, tight, tighter still

Rim to thumb, anal stimulation

Quivering kitty, one last lick, she jerks from the intense tickle

Pleasant signs of her complete surrender to my lustful will

Bruised backs, sweaty sheets results non bitter, heavenly sweet.

Wednesday, 16 October 2013

~Dripping~


The twisting of flesh
her body contorting
Back arched just so
Breasts firm and heaving
Moans dripping off her lips
Feel the thirst of my lapping.

No stopping no pausing
just lust hot and burning
Bodies ablaze
like hell fire...
Melting, melding,
molding into each other.

This is the hunger
the desperate desire
the ache and the need
like binding with wire
that draws me again
back to her, beside her, into her.

Sweet, sticky and dripping
Like drizzles of honey
rich and decadent on the tongue
Every sway, every stroke
every inch of us consumed
filling us up...for a moment...

And when the storm grows calm
where does she go?
From the screams of exstacy
from the rapturous spasms
From a heart filled with longing
to indifference and isolation.

Where is the fervor?
Where is the girl
with fire in her eyes?
Where can she be?
Lost in the glassy
gaze of satisfaction?

No hunger nor need
No desire or craving
While I wait....again
Appetite unflinching
Waiting again for her
to feel alone and empty

Wednesday, 4 September 2013

~Always & Fo'ever~


Love, Wipe your eyes, This is not the end
This is but the start of something beautiful
Death isn’t the ending to a bitter song
It’s the pause needed to catch your breath
I believe I’ll see you again, Upon these clouds
In my arms, You will lay for eternity
Without fear, Without pain, Without loss
Paradise with my angel, I long for the day
I will wait forever and always for you
Through centuries of slowing time I will never forget what I left behind
I am the reason behind that hidden smile
Love is forever, At least that’s what I hear them say
Forever seems a footnote too small for me
Love is infinite, Bound to no one We are free, Always and Forever

Sunday, 23 June 2013

~Memoires~

Tend to turn into hippie when I'm spaced out,
More of love on spreading her than spreading love,
Reminiscing nights when she moaned till the AM; didn't fancy outs,
Eyes so low, bloodshot, itsy drunk, god damn! still sprung!
Wall to wall, from the bed to the carpet, to the dresser,
My skin to her skin like that Prada I dressed her,
Tagging on long Red hair, her fore spread her ass and the other pulled me closer,
Ripping the leggins on her thick goosebumbed thighs,
All hot & steaming, oh so high,
Disliking the missionary, nothing to do religion,
Going down, She twist and turns like I'm performing exorsim,
9mm of nail is dug on my upper back,
Her neck; caramel or hazelnut as I bite & suck,
Kamasutra; Not rubbers but technique,
She rams my back to the wall,
Hand jobs as her tongue settled on my balls,
Memories when I played Dracula,
Inspect her like a gyna,
Use the tip of my index as a stethoscope;
Listen to her heartbeat through her erect nipple,
My tongue the thermometer to oraly check her temperature,
Suck her juices like Adam with the forbidden fruit,
Thoughts of my motive which was rather sinful,
Nineteen with nothing but the tightest pussy stuck on my mental,
Who knows, maybe I will end up wifing her,
Love or lust, regardless we'll fuck cause the trife in us,
It's deep rooted, the music of being young and dumb,
Its never muted, in fact it's much louder where we from,
Thought of it as Love maybe the love for Lust and well
Always in heat like a cactus, my tactics of being thirsty
Enthused by the touch of a woman she's a masseuse
And I'm a professional porn star "with the stamina of a grown moose"
Aleast that's what she said before she called me god,
Her body is my canvas,
I guess that's why they call me Picasso
Wet Silk beddings in the morning,
Blowing smoke we Do it Again no time for yawning