arielsgoddess
Really Really Experienced
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- Jul 22, 2009
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Okay, so Duppy made good on his end in his Poetic Horniness thread, so here's my end of our agreement:
She slips into his apartment like a frisky cat
He trips over his laundry as he stumbles to greet her
Giggling they pull on the edges of each other's clothes
Like naughty children peeking at their Christmas presents
Shedding socks and shoes as if they were moral breadcrumbs
As they spin and tussle each other to his bachelor's kingdom
The backs of their legs knocking on the beaten-up twin bed
She strains to pull off his pants as they swell tighter on him
As he hugs and tugs the hoodie off of her angled red pigtails
Shiny like the tassled handlebars of a girls schwinn bicycle
A mysterious tin clatters like dry pebbles from her pocket
Swiftly snatching it from him with her eybrow arching
His shout and tackle tumbling them onto the mattress
She twists to clutch it in her cleavage with frantic squirms
As the brads of his jeans burrow into her round buttocks
She clenches him suddenly all along her black lace panties
Making him let go of her hands so he can catch his breath
Victoriously she rolls them both over in his churlish dismay
As she quickly spins to straddle him in tight restraint
Helplessly horny he is huffing and snapping her panties
Almost malevolent mischief in her eyes making him harder
Intimidating and exhilarating him all at once unbearably
So she shakes the poor baby's candy rattle to quiet him
But as she dives for his neck he's seeking her ample pacifier
While her hands laugh 'not happening' as she lashes his wrists
Fast to the headboard with handcuffs she was concealing
Cunningly he wonders where they could have been hidden
As then she shifts onto his thighs to survey his sundial
Evidently indicating it's the right time for the tin to be opened
She cracks the lid to toss a handful of mints onto her tongue
Locking eyes with him she hunkers down low on her haunches
Approaches his chest slowly as eyes glitter and breasts brush him
Her tongue trails icy dribbles down the speedbumps of his abdomen
Sweeping in a swifter arc just before both hollows of his groin
Skidding along the downy field of hair just below his belly button
Where she traces sweet swirls of frost down into the soft forest
Pausing to eye him for his pulsing reaction as she trades territories
Dipping lower to bite into the meat of his thigh to suck and sigh
Satisfied with the cold-and-hot hickey she leaves on his hillocks
Giving an equal invention in the flesh of its partner to match it
Agonizing in her techniques of torture he strains his breath
As she lunges straight into the hollow curve of his hip to nip
Kneading his nerves and mashing wet wafers into muscles
He is bucking lightly now as she rivets him with her stare
Throws back more candy ammunition and moves higher
Hard satin-covered nipples make snail trails in her saliva
Face-to-face she has risen to show him that she's still boss
As she bites his lower lip and spins his tongue in slow twists
The mints in her mouth grinding and pinching its membrane
Pain is now as delicious as the mint and the glint in her eyes
As her lips flame down to the aching nape of his arching neck
Tunneling fangs of ice into his throat and across his collarbone
Just to make him suck in a hiss through his wet teeth and groan
As her lace panties chafe discipline into his burgeoning erection
The blades of her fingernails running down his ribs pay attention
As the priestess begins to slowly and seriously descend this time
He holds his breath defiantly so that burning lungs dispel the shivers
Her blue eyes meet his again as they hang over the altar of his ego
The scent of the menthol everywhere now whispering its secretself
As her tongue fans down to lick fire into the shaft her eyes devour him
He closes his eyes reflexively and sees himself on a white precipice
The rope of her braid dragging down his skin pulls back him off the cliff
He hears the pop and shuffle and click again as she refills her mouth
Then her breath on his balls puffs as soft as cotton and tumbles down
Lower still to where she wishes to duck her tongue below his bellows
The first touch tickles and tightens the constricting sack from beneath
But in her tender probing she has found the spot she wants and presses
At the prodding of her tongue a deeper throbbing presses through him
As she corkscrews the tip harder to carve the hollow out to her liking
Then without warning she cleaves his balls with slow-strike lightning
Rolls each ball in the slow surf of tongue and gentle tide of teeth riding
Until she sculpts his entire scrotum into a masterpiece form of pleasure
The breathless tingling now turning into an electric hum in his penis
As she moves faster in her freeze and thaw forward toward his shaft
Glancing he swears his gonads are glistening but he is also distracted
By henna handlebars making his fingers twitch and wrists strain painfully
She is playfully glaring at him while worshipfully lacing his dick with licks
Gently testing tight flesh with her teeth to see if it will explode in her hold
Then she turns her head sideways to see him as she tastes the base
Like sweet acid her saliva is pooling in the ring so far away bottom
Now she is studious in her swirling races up and down his member
The mints in her mouth rubbing him down to polish and refine details
For the tip of her tongue to trace and better carve every individual vein
The menthol soaking into muscle with low buzz of freshly waking flesh
Pains and pleasures ride a seesaw as his skin shoots pins and needles
Pleasure please win he pleads and please pleasure push me past this
As atlast she warmly caps his shaft with her watering wintery mouth
As both his heads are now swimming because of her he's sure to drown
But she is sucking stronger as dancing down her tongue strokes harder
Snaking back up his ripple so fast his brain scrambles to follow her along
His moans escalate as the cooling satellite mints circle his phallic head
Over and over and down her tongue is spinning them faster and faster
Until his penis can't remember anymore if it's on a carousel or rollercoaster
Who cares say his senses because this amusement park is now exploding
His hips buck and he screams holyfuck and almost breaks both his wrists
As her laughter comes jingling through the aftershocks of his euphoria
Everything in his mind gone all minty goodness and melting candy mess
As her face appears he slobbers something appreciative and unintelligible
She pops altoids neatly from her tongue to his as he drools on the pillow
Her mind thinking this is the look of love as his blown pupils find an angel
Snuggling against him for the gratitude that she knows will follow his coma
During his nap she snaps the pink pocket knife open to cut free his wrists
The scent of peppermints blooms into the room as his icicle slides in her
Where she has been waiting to melt him in her welcoming warm wetness
Youth where orgasms are everlasting and all love hides from consequence
As she breathes the menthol vapors form the burning question in her mind
Will their love linger in the world longer than the scent of sex in this room
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Come on men: Let's hear some serious feedback. Words. LOTS. That make sense--lol
She slips into his apartment like a frisky cat
He trips over his laundry as he stumbles to greet her
Giggling they pull on the edges of each other's clothes
Like naughty children peeking at their Christmas presents
Shedding socks and shoes as if they were moral breadcrumbs
As they spin and tussle each other to his bachelor's kingdom
The backs of their legs knocking on the beaten-up twin bed
She strains to pull off his pants as they swell tighter on him
As he hugs and tugs the hoodie off of her angled red pigtails
Shiny like the tassled handlebars of a girls schwinn bicycle
A mysterious tin clatters like dry pebbles from her pocket
Swiftly snatching it from him with her eybrow arching
His shout and tackle tumbling them onto the mattress
She twists to clutch it in her cleavage with frantic squirms
As the brads of his jeans burrow into her round buttocks
She clenches him suddenly all along her black lace panties
Making him let go of her hands so he can catch his breath
Victoriously she rolls them both over in his churlish dismay
As she quickly spins to straddle him in tight restraint
Helplessly horny he is huffing and snapping her panties
Almost malevolent mischief in her eyes making him harder
Intimidating and exhilarating him all at once unbearably
So she shakes the poor baby's candy rattle to quiet him
But as she dives for his neck he's seeking her ample pacifier
While her hands laugh 'not happening' as she lashes his wrists
Fast to the headboard with handcuffs she was concealing
Cunningly he wonders where they could have been hidden
As then she shifts onto his thighs to survey his sundial
Evidently indicating it's the right time for the tin to be opened
She cracks the lid to toss a handful of mints onto her tongue
Locking eyes with him she hunkers down low on her haunches
Approaches his chest slowly as eyes glitter and breasts brush him
Her tongue trails icy dribbles down the speedbumps of his abdomen
Sweeping in a swifter arc just before both hollows of his groin
Skidding along the downy field of hair just below his belly button
Where she traces sweet swirls of frost down into the soft forest
Pausing to eye him for his pulsing reaction as she trades territories
Dipping lower to bite into the meat of his thigh to suck and sigh
Satisfied with the cold-and-hot hickey she leaves on his hillocks
Giving an equal invention in the flesh of its partner to match it
Agonizing in her techniques of torture he strains his breath
As she lunges straight into the hollow curve of his hip to nip
Kneading his nerves and mashing wet wafers into muscles
He is bucking lightly now as she rivets him with her stare
Throws back more candy ammunition and moves higher
Hard satin-covered nipples make snail trails in her saliva
Face-to-face she has risen to show him that she's still boss
As she bites his lower lip and spins his tongue in slow twists
The mints in her mouth grinding and pinching its membrane
Pain is now as delicious as the mint and the glint in her eyes
As her lips flame down to the aching nape of his arching neck
Tunneling fangs of ice into his throat and across his collarbone
Just to make him suck in a hiss through his wet teeth and groan
As her lace panties chafe discipline into his burgeoning erection
The blades of her fingernails running down his ribs pay attention
As the priestess begins to slowly and seriously descend this time
He holds his breath defiantly so that burning lungs dispel the shivers
Her blue eyes meet his again as they hang over the altar of his ego
The scent of the menthol everywhere now whispering its secretself
As her tongue fans down to lick fire into the shaft her eyes devour him
He closes his eyes reflexively and sees himself on a white precipice
The rope of her braid dragging down his skin pulls back him off the cliff
He hears the pop and shuffle and click again as she refills her mouth
Then her breath on his balls puffs as soft as cotton and tumbles down
Lower still to where she wishes to duck her tongue below his bellows
The first touch tickles and tightens the constricting sack from beneath
But in her tender probing she has found the spot she wants and presses
At the prodding of her tongue a deeper throbbing presses through him
As she corkscrews the tip harder to carve the hollow out to her liking
Then without warning she cleaves his balls with slow-strike lightning
Rolls each ball in the slow surf of tongue and gentle tide of teeth riding
Until she sculpts his entire scrotum into a masterpiece form of pleasure
The breathless tingling now turning into an electric hum in his penis
As she moves faster in her freeze and thaw forward toward his shaft
Glancing he swears his gonads are glistening but he is also distracted
By henna handlebars making his fingers twitch and wrists strain painfully
She is playfully glaring at him while worshipfully lacing his dick with licks
Gently testing tight flesh with her teeth to see if it will explode in her hold
Then she turns her head sideways to see him as she tastes the base
Like sweet acid her saliva is pooling in the ring so far away bottom
Now she is studious in her swirling races up and down his member
The mints in her mouth rubbing him down to polish and refine details
For the tip of her tongue to trace and better carve every individual vein
The menthol soaking into muscle with low buzz of freshly waking flesh
Pains and pleasures ride a seesaw as his skin shoots pins and needles
Pleasure please win he pleads and please pleasure push me past this
As atlast she warmly caps his shaft with her watering wintery mouth
As both his heads are now swimming because of her he's sure to drown
But she is sucking stronger as dancing down her tongue strokes harder
Snaking back up his ripple so fast his brain scrambles to follow her along
His moans escalate as the cooling satellite mints circle his phallic head
Over and over and down her tongue is spinning them faster and faster
Until his penis can't remember anymore if it's on a carousel or rollercoaster
Who cares say his senses because this amusement park is now exploding
His hips buck and he screams holyfuck and almost breaks both his wrists
As her laughter comes jingling through the aftershocks of his euphoria
Everything in his mind gone all minty goodness and melting candy mess
As her face appears he slobbers something appreciative and unintelligible
She pops altoids neatly from her tongue to his as he drools on the pillow
Her mind thinking this is the look of love as his blown pupils find an angel
Snuggling against him for the gratitude that she knows will follow his coma
During his nap she snaps the pink pocket knife open to cut free his wrists
The scent of peppermints blooms into the room as his icicle slides in her
Where she has been waiting to melt him in her welcoming warm wetness
Youth where orgasms are everlasting and all love hides from consequence
As she breathes the menthol vapors form the burning question in her mind
Will their love linger in the world longer than the scent of sex in this room
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Come on men: Let's hear some serious feedback. Words. LOTS. That make sense--lol
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and while it's nice when people on forum 'tell me how it went', I respect privacy and 'honor among needs'--I am not some sluttyfluff, and keep confidences in these matters. Sex is a big part of my life, and I truly love to help people; so they owe me nothing, no obligation afterward. Is there something wrong with that? I hope not, not in the perspective of this place. None of the ladies has tried to glue me together with birthday cake--and the Scarletts of the forum are not sending me knives (which, by the way, was porn for me for the firsttime)--so life is good here. Now if my RL only came&went so smoothly
. Maybe I will send you some ideas--my to-do list has turned into an orgy by itself 
