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

burning

 in pastels and flats

streaming in waves

as the stretch

glided slowly

and effortlessly.

chilled champagne

with 

soft music while in the middle lane,

set the tone

for the night's activities.

something naughty,

with devious proclivities,

destined

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.

stop,glide,stop

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 

mouths

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...

accompanied 

by the sighs

of a promise well kept.

beep, beep.

waterfalls

she looked at him

with fire in her eyes.

not the red devil

flame 

showcasing 

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.

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.