just porn

Lukewarm

and now it's over
you did well,
better than expected
even though
you didn't win
nothing to be
ashamed of yet
the beer is flat.
 
What Went On In Her Son's Bedroom

Andy allowed his mom's best friend to ride his dick before Mom caught them.
 
Hands hold your wrist overhead
bear down with strength to pin
your lust in place, as you rub
against my thigh
a smear of desire slides down the swell of my quad

A smirk lights my face as I ravage your flaunted chest , tounge laps at the base of your breasts as you squirm and wriggle

A giggle and clipped cry as I nibble on a nipple a quick flit before the heat of my breath works down to your navel, the swell of my bulging cock slides down your thigh rock hard rigidity tinged with the touch of soft flesh,

the tendons under my fingers vibrate a fury that rages,
ardent intention fires the desires deep inside you,
I tease in limbo between the want of your mouth and the demands of your pussy

my hand runs down the inside of your arm, the callouses on my palm rasp as didgets pass your shoulder and slide over to your lips, a finger gently follows the ridges and slips down yet further, apply gentle firm pressure squeze a moan from the home of acapella

Trace the oval shape of your core
oh to taste you in this state a hiss as I paint with licks and kiss the trail down to your pelvis line

My free hand deft and sure traces the ticklish place around your entrance where you will accept me inside.
a battering ram into willing want my tongue tastes as a serpent flickering stutter that makes you mutter
take me,

I part your folds to sup on your pearl as fingers find the way inside
devoured by your hunger,
smooth soft heat engulfs and swallows as your hips drive down on to penetration
then up onto clitoral stimulation

Your heat burns like a star , fingers stretch to
find a feel of g-spot inside, a rough ridge of pulse that tingles as my tongue mingles the taste of you.

can you dance on the verge as I urge you to cum, the precipice looms as every up, and every down flays the frayed edges of your exstacy,

it's all organic baby
those oh's you groan
the tone you
yes

slow
waves show
how close you
are to flow over
that slope slips
crashes
as hips mash lush liquid

I drink of your essence
before fast penetration
with ankles
that rest on my shoulders

eyes meet as I sliide
deep, cries beat my ears

consumed swallowed in the rivers mouth
that flows into an ocean
and this is divinity
forgive me if I think God is between your thighs
and I wish to sacrifice at the alter
my sweat,
my breath,
my heart beat
my seed .

works for me
 
Porn? I think not. That one should've been in Everyday Erotica.

It’s a strange line to straddle...

The ending was more explicit than what preceded it, making me lean toward porn but it has elements of both, not sure where I stand with it now, should just throw it in my trash pile and move on :)
 
It’s a strange line to straddle...

The ending was more explicit than what preceded it, making me lean toward porn but it has elements of both, not sure where I stand with it now, should just throw it in my trash pile and move on :)

Yeah, I might know a little something about straddling strange lines...


As for trash, isn't that where you put the things you like best? :D
 
Something Not Unlike the Eucharist

Like a supplicant
before the god of desire,
I kneel.

Not just for your pleasure
do I open my lips,
press the firm muscle of my tongue
along your offering

to my nakedness.
I am after more than flattery,
after all,

and in the rhythm and ritual
of receiving you

I seek my own release.
 
You love dirty talk
and I'm so good at it. I make you
my little toy, dom you
six ways to Sunday, kiss me here,
touch me that way, now stop.

Get on your knees so you can lick
my pink strap on, suck it. I fuck
your eager mouth, watch your eyes close
in rapture when I lift my panty
aside and let you pass
my girl cock to lick me
to shaking ecstasy.

Who's the bitch now?
Get on all fours. Show me
what I own.


You want me regal, even haughty
when I fuck you, to tell you what a good
little whore you are, to urge you on
and watch you splatter the floor,
my good boy.

It's not my natural role,
but I love you so much
I can't refuse and it turns out
I love the game, too.
 
I'm in the corner
watching you kiss her
and I can taste the whiskey
on your lips
feel the insistence of your tongue

Drawn closer, slowly navigate
the dark perimeter of the bar
see how she presses
her breasts against your chest
too far, too many shadows
but I know her nipples are hard
like mine

Broken from my trance
by a voice trying to lure me
to the dance floor

Knock back the rest of my drink
let him take me
where the bass begs
the thrust and sway of my hips
and there's his body, the other bodies
his hands, the humidity of human energy
my eyes closed to the flashing lights
abandoned to the movement
and touch

The craving of my skin
briefly satiated
grabbed a stool, got another drink
scanned the room
to find that you'd gone
grinned as the burn slid down

Were you just outside against the wall,
steaming the windows of her car,
or did she want to take you home?

The familiar thump of a song
that always ends with your hand in my pants
or me on my knees
pulls me back into the writhing mass
for one last indulgence

Breathless, sweaty, wet
the ache of hunger
coils outward from my core
when the text comes
you're waiting
and I'm more than ready
to see how the night ends







Borrowed "I'm in the corner watching you kiss her" from the song Dancing on My Own.
 
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I have brought you to the market
because it is public
and you will be observed.

I instruct you to straddle the gutter
of the sidewalk, lift your skirt,
and pee.

People stare. Your face wilts
into your shoulder.
I tell anyone who tries to comment,

The rest rooms are closed. The pandemic.
We're sorry. Sorry.
But she just had to.


And as I watch you, I feel
my erection rising,
straining to be freed.
 
Borrowed "I'm in the corner watching you kiss her" from the song Dancing on My Own.
You do realize that that song is now stuck in my head like a virus, scrambling my thoughts, giving my extremities these twitchy "movement things" that you humans call "dancing."

Pardon me as I flail my arms about and shiver rhythmically to that infective beat. :rolleyes:
 
You do realize that that song is now stuck in my head like a virus, scrambling my thoughts, giving my extremities these twitchy "movement things" that you humans call "dancing."

Pardon me as I flail my arms about and shiver rhythmically to that infective beat. :rolleyes:

My apologies, but if it's any comfort, I'll happily join you. No one has flail and shiver alone when I'm around. ;)
 
My apologies, but if it's any comfort, I'll happily join you. No one has flail and shiver alone when I'm around. ;)
Oh, please don't encourage me, lest you want to flail and shiver with me in in some Provence B&B. I mean, great wine, beautiful weather, ecstatic sex (well, I can get better with practice :rolleyes:).

I would love to sip a fine Provence rosé, look over the lavender fields, and think about flailing and shivering with you later in the evening, after coffee and some Belgian chocolat.

Êtes-vous d'accord?
 
U Rock!!!

You love dirty talk
and I'm so good at it. I make you
my little toy, dom you
six ways to Sunday, kiss me here,
touch me that way, now stop.

Get on your knees so you can lick
my pink strap on, suck it. I fuck
your eager mouth, watch your eyes close
in rapture when I lift my panty
aside and let you pass
my girl cock to lick me
to shaking ecstasy.

Who's the bitch now?
Get on all fours. Show me
what I own.


You want me regal, even haughty
when I fuck you, to tell you what a good
little whore you are, to urge you on
and watch you splatter the floor,
my good boy.

It's not my natural role,
but I love you so much
I can't refuse and it turns out
I love the game, too.

Wow: femdomne Angie!!! Way to go: U rock, Angie!!!
 
Kali kicks/CBTs Shiva,
Radha domesticates Krishna:
Ash9 bows/$ubmits2Mita
 
Limerick


There once was a virginal maid
who said “I just have to get laid!”
Men swarmed at the news
but she couldn’t choose
so a lesbian came to her aid.
 
Sex...

Just how dirty do you want these to be?
__________

Sex...

Sex...
It sells
It swells
It dwells

Cock...
It throbs
It swings
It bobs

Cunt...
It aches
It shines
It takes

Grab those tits and hold them tight,
Suck that dick with all your might,
Lick the skin that's in your sight,
Pump that pussy hard all night!

Roll him over on the floor,
Mount his pecker like a whore,
Make him sqeal and beg for more,
Unleash your fury with a roar!

Tie those legs up to the bed,
Slap that ass until it's red,
Stretch those lips until they're spread,
In that cunt your cock imbed!

Do it once then do it twice,
Do it with a weird device,
It feels so good like paradise,
Done again? Then do it thrice!

Cunt...
So hot
It creamed
A lot

Cock...
Is bent
Worn out
It's spent

Sex...
So good
Onslaught
Withstood
 
Make me.

I’m here for you.
Ever breathless in your presence,
weak at the knees to please you,
to stand out in the crowd of admirers
you seem unaware of.

When I catch your eye, you smile
and it takes a while for my heart to slow
down from it’s aggravated rate.
We talk, I know, but not about what.
You’re tactile, taking my hands, touching
my cheek, kissing it. (My heart racing again.)

Later we kiss, deeply, hungrily and I know,
right then I will let you make me, lying
on the living room floor, standing in the
kitchen, sprawled in the bed I’d made that morning
not knowing you’d make me in it later.​
 
Details lie in wait
smoldering just under my skin
sense memories
that still know the touch of calloused fingers
on taut nipples
and slipping between swollen
hungry lips

My throat remembers the burn
of husky entreaties
giving way to animal cries
that pierced the air
heavy with humidity of lust
and sweat

There is no need to think
about the ache of waiting
the deep satisfaction of stretching
to take you in
the primal thrill of your thrusts
or the intensity of your grip
that left me with reminders for weeks

No, I only need to summon the moment
when I knew the devil
had me in his hands
and I shamelessly surrendered to his fire

My body does the rest
dry grass ignited by lightning
 
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