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Saturday, July 28, 2012

on the ave

bright lights,
big city.
she was promised 
the time
of her life
and the call had come through.
just a getaway
for the girls...
neon hues
 in pastels and flats
streaming in waves
as the stretch
glided slowly
and effortlessly.
chilled champagne
soft music while in the middle lane,
set the tone
for the night's activities.
something naughty,
with devious proclivities,
to make her swoon
under the pale
 full moon.
the line had never been crossed
yet this was the moment 
she'd heard so much about.
she would be had
and in an instant
be glad 
they chose to indulge.
and into the car
someone did hop,
ready to make the encounter
a delicious memory
for any to see.
lips kissed lips
and sugar coated lips
found lips
as the director
smiled with glee.
contacted earlier,
he knew this was a place
he'd love to be.
undulating passions
colored by a pulsating beat...
fingers, tongues, hands
all working 
to soothe the rampant heat
from deep within.
the pulse of the city goes on.
yet the heartbeat
of friendship
has taken a skydive 
into lust's lair.
in a shiny black banger
they bang
like wet scissors 
until throaty moans escape
and hungry 
nibble needy necks nape.
the sound of silence
sings like fire
and the deed is done.
they are no longer two
but one.
the pulse of the city goes on...
by the sighs
of a promise well kept.
beep, beep.

Sunday, July 15, 2012


she looked at him
with fire in her eyes.
not the red devil
timid ordinary lust,
but a blistering blue
that seared 
the inner edges
of his want.
she straddled 
with a skill
learned from years 
in the making.
this moment 
would shatter his libido
and even though
he was used to her flow
there'd be no out,
nowhere for him to go.
the plan was daring...
but not so much
as the night 
they considered sharing.
inch by inch
she took him in
savoring the girth
while he moaned,
for all it was worth.
a nice steady pace to start the show
then a slow shift 
into turbo
and away she goes.
pumping and grinding
like a hydraulic jack
but paying close attention
to the sensitivity
of his sack.
follow the bouncing balls
to the sugary walls
which clench and drench
with hot magma
that sprays like water
as he holds her by the waist.
an arched back
and sighs that pierce
like musical daggers,
bring down more
of the creamy elixir
they had been chasing.
a steady stream 
 soaks the bed
as she slowly climbs down
to use her head.
she had always wanted to do it
and he said there was nothing to it.
this time
she had taken 
her time 
because the other times
just weren't 
the right time.
she was in control
and that made the difference.
looking up at him,
she smiled
and used her tongue.
there would now 
be more encounters like this
and they can all end
in soaking bliss.

Saturday, July 7, 2012

wax and weltz

they said it was fine
and very appropriate. 
to do so was an honor... 
i like to watch. 
so the evening routine
was replaced  
by cries of painful passion 
as i sipped my cognac
  with feet elevated. 
the ceremony was short and sweet 
strawberries and chocolate 
placed on a platter, 
for me to eat. 
i looked on 
as blood bonded 
and emotions soared. 
her curvaceous thickness 
would never leave one bored. 
then the attack, 
fast and furious. 
with swift desire, 
he did toss her supple frame 
onto the mattress 
for the start of blissful hell. 
with lights dim and her assets bare, 
he began to lick and suck each cheek 
as if i weren't there. 
her moans of pleasure 
seeped past the rubber ball 
and i did desire, 
wanted to inquire, 
as the need in me 
built to a raging fire, 
if it were possible
  to experience a taste. 
but i said 
i just like to watch 
in haste. 
the blackness
  of collar and cuff 
against their shades of brown 
sent waves crashing through my mind. 
the flicker, 
caused by candle in hand, 
changed the shadows 
and pulled a long purr 
from deep within her soul. 
red heat ran rampant
  over her ass and back 
while he positioned himself 
and slid in with skillful knack. 
he thrust with a fervor 
that shook her bottom
  with each stroke. 
she grabbed the sheets 
and matched his rhythm, 
he poured more wax
like hot scarlet jism. 
the candle burned out, 
unlike their lust. 
he laid the tarnished taper aside 
and gave her round brown 
  a solid whack. 
she yelped  
letting out a series of sighs 
as sugar and cream
  oozed down her thighs. 
i wondered 
if she could see me
  through the blindfold she wore. 
 would she see my naughty grin 
harboring the devious desire 
of wanting to see this again.