A "Quickie" Challenge for everyone!

[Savage Kitten]

Here's a challenge I would like to everyone get involved in! This is inspired by *Snatch's poem Quickie.... I totally missed the poet's vision of this poem until it was pointed out to me by Katpurrs. As I read her poem I got a totally different vision, which I put into my own words.

Here it is. Enjoy, but clean up your mess afterwards!

Quickie…
by Savage Kitten ©

Feverish kisses
Passion out of control
Tedious clasps
Quickly forgotten
Pants to ankles
Skirt to waist
Compliant kitten
Exigencies plain
Animalistic tenor
A carnal song
Spearing repeatedly
Into voracious depths
Rapturous crescendo
A moment’s notice


I challenge each of you to write your own version/s of "Quickie" and post it in this thread. My sincere thanks and appreciation for your participation, in advance.

Sk~

 

[KatPurrs]

Ok, SK, I'll bite. I haven't submitted this, but here goes....just for ha ha's...

Quickie
by KatPurrs

Standing, he's got her
Back to the wall,
In deserted school hall
Lips to lips, tits to tits
Clutching her ass, hips to hips.

Grinding, groaning, gasping,
Urgently pushing him away,
She frees his cock, hard as a rock,
Lifts her skirt, and one leg, lucky day!

Underneath, only lace
stockings and garter!
He enters her slowly,
She cries, "Harder, please, harder!"


Pumping, pumping, pumping,
Oblivious to what's around them,
What rotten luck!
A teacher just found them!

Ah, what the fuck!

Tah Dah! *GAG, Hack Hack Hack!* LOL

 

[JUDO]

Sounds like fun

Can't resist. I'll have to help this thread along. The material is just too up my alley (no pun).

Too busy right now, I'll return with my addition. Fun idea, SK!


- Judo

 

[SA Storm]

That was quick

 

[Manjaro_Eve]

Quickie

 

[karmadog]

just for laughs

Before you read this, remember, I'm not much of a poet. Here's the proof.

The Hallmark Quickie
by karmadog

Our lips met in a blue alcohol blaze
and the bartender suggested, “Get a room. Change your ways.”
So we rushed from the bar leaving other couples trampled
to tryst in the parking lot (couldn’t get to the car).
Fuddled minds seem to think, subtract thirty people
three walls and one prude
add fifteen cars, It’s time to get nude!

I lifted her skirt emboldened by scotch.
and found pantyhose with a reinforced crotch.
But what’s made by Man may be unmade by me.
With a rip, an entrance to a hole much sweeter.
I turned her around to admire her globes
She bent at the waist and I gave each a smack
The foreplay completed, I sought out her crack.

Flesh slapping flesh drew eyes from the dumpster.
Tiny whiskers atwitter each time I humped her
Unnoticed they watched and washed filthy faces
then returned to their meal of free beer and bar food.
Round the corner drove a pickup maybe a Dodge.
But Mary and I, we continued to fuck
What could I do? Waddle away like a duck?

I must say that Mary was a hell of a dame
She kept her hips pumping until we both came.
The folks in the Dodge applauded and honked
while I did my best Bogey and lit up two smokes.
Some might have hidden their faces in shame,
but since that night when we stood our ground
Mary and I haven’t paid for a round.

I’ve mended my ways, now that I’m grown.
When I’m by the dumpster, I only get blown.

 

[smithpeter]

Quick Because It's Cold

Wide snow flakes
Land on your shoulder
That, for a moment
Conceal the silk strap
Supporting your black
Dress before melting,
Running down your arm

I bend to lick
These momentary tattoos
Of frozen crystals
That taste like country air
Evaporated, reformed
Geometric droplets from
Lover's wet pools of summer
Scotland and Niue

Now mixing in my mouth
To yours and below before
Burrowing in to deposit
A unique contribution
In your now International
Pond of parted thirsty flesh

 

[Masked Poet]

Quickie here...

quickie gone.

 

[smithpeter]

MP, you are demented.
I love it!

 

[Masked Poet]

demented...

That and more, peter. lol

I hope I didn't offend the ladies here with my crude little words. 60 second fuck is the kind of thing only a man would write.

MP

 

[Savage Kitten]

*claps*

Wow! You guys are awesome! haha those are some nice n naughty poems hehe Even you, Karma Dog, what a visual! hehe You and MP combined reminded me of an incident that would work well as a "Quickie"... hmmm maybe I have time for yet another.... *wink*

You guys are making me proud! Keep 'em cumming!

Sk~

 

[KatPurrs]

Re: demented...

That and more, peter. lol

I hope I didn't offend the ladies here with my crude little words. 60 second fuck is the kind of thing only a man would write.

MP

Methinks you've forgotten our dear WickedEve. Now there's a lady who writes without inhibition!
Don't ya miss the shit outta her?

Oh Evie Baby, If you're lookin' in on us, please, please, please, give us a Quickie like only you can do!

Kat~

 

[godslovechild]

Hope you don't mind, what with me being a "newbie", but I thought I'd have a bash. This effort was written even quicker than it was performed.


Quickie

Flesh,
Pressed together,
Hair binding
Two bodies into
Jigsaw harmony.
Lips,
Caress kisses
Hairs stand on end,
Aroused by
Passion’s touch.
Hands,
Possess other,
Kneading and
Needing lust’s
Lost embrace.
Bodies,
Less tender,
Dance briefly in
Rhythm, then
Sing out in
Carnal song.

 

[smithpeter]

quickie

She pounced
On her submissive waif
A slender, possessed wife
Of near guilt and erotic lit

She thrust
Those things rapidly
Repeat
Those things rapidly

Till hubby comes home
Thinking so deep in his
Dental hygienist
A quick spray chick

 

[daughter]

No Time For Breakfast

No Time for Breakfast
by daughter ©

bones squared, firmly pressed,
arched hips give,
sweat, feel.
upturned palms reach,
stretch, seek
destiny no concern.
heat filled walls swelter,
swollen womb heaves,
sweet breath mixes,
hushed sighs coo.
lyrics float,
wordless notes permeate
sleepy night's light blue hue.
covered heads blanket bound
reel, swirl and buck.
palms tightly grip,
release then grip.
mounting frenzy, panic,
cruel ticking minutes
racing.
spine arches, screams escape,
incoherent thoughts rush,
fumble
grab
panties warm
sticky fit.
morning's wake-up call,
bliss.

 

[HomerPindar]

This one was actually inspired by someone's ~now long forgotten arthor~ comment on how rhyme in erotica has to work with the pacing of the poem...or something like that.

Together through the door
saying, "I couldn't take any more,"
thrilling at, but not saying, whore
leading me to the stall
on the end, closest to the wall
where to your knees you'll fall
pulling me free to take it all
to stroke and suck
a quick oral fuck
unable to believe my luck
kinky like me
(looking down to see
open cleavage) and we
together moan
and groan
you wanted to do this at the table
but we were unable
you dropped your napkin,
hands upon my hard skin
wanting to suck it in
the sound covered by the din
but you lost your nerve
when the waiter came to serve
then you lost your reserve
leading me astray
to have your own way
(you can do that any day)
the fear of getting caught
adding to what you sought
sexual tension fraught
with lustful thoughts
that desert tray for naught
upon me you feed
we both get what we need
caution we failed to heed
and I'll see this deed
returned with a touch,
fingers in the dark too much
for you to ignore
and we both know more
is in store
sharing kinky lore
in us both – it's what we adore

HomerPindar

 

[Debbie]

Quickie

By Debbiexxx



I see you looking at me
Giving me the brazen eye
You lick your lips, slowly
Yeah babe, I am your guy


Party music, noisy crowd
"Nice shoes, wanna fuck?"
You shout, really loud
I think "What good luck."

I nod, following you out
No kindly words or foreplay
Let's get it on, I want to shout
My prick wants it's own way

Struggling to pull and tear
Giving mutual pleasure a must
Derived from pant and thrust
Tossing clothes here and there

Giggling and laughing as we try
To stand up straight and screw
Your warm leg upon my thigh
My hard prick deep inside you

I grunt and gyrate my hips
You moan and sigh, lost in lust
Small screams escape from your lips
A quickie it is, the peak a must

 

[karmadog]

good stuff

You guys rule! These are some of the lines that I really loved. Each and every one of these poems is good (excepting mine, I freely admit). They may not be anybodies best work, but they were fun to read.

"wordless notes permeate
sleepy night's light blue hue." --D

"thrilling at, but not saying, whore" --HP

"Tedious clasps
Quickly forgotten
Pants to ankles
Skirt to waist"--SK

"she tells me not to kiss
her,
not to caress
her.

fuck,
i don't have time for
that."--MP


"Hair binding
Two bodies into
Jigsaw harmony."-- lovechild

"he
pounces. Predator,
prey --
a blur of fur and
distinction"--ME

"She thrust
Those things rapidly
Repeat
Those things rapidly" SP

"These momentary tattoos
Of frozen crystals
That taste like country air"--SP


"tug of war
with waist bands
abandoned zippers
I gnaw
claw circles
through cotton"--SAS
"Grinding, groaning, gasping,
Urgently pushing him away,
She frees his cock, hard as a rock,
Lifts her skirt, and one leg, lucky day!"--KP

 

[Masked Poet]

karmadog

I like the way you summed up the poems. Good Job! There are some great lines here.

Here's a really great line you left out: Our lips met in a blue alcohol blaze - kd

I immediately loved that!

I don't think you got a chance to mention debbiexxx. In her poem she doesn't waste time: "Nice shoes, wanna fuck?"

When it comes to a quickie, don't waste time with small talk! lol

MP

 

[JUDO]

A Mystery

The Ladies Room

by Judo ©

I wink. "The ladies room?" We smile and rise.
My friend aligns her dress and deeply sighs.
The crowded path through tables set to dine,
I stumbled once, my head spun with the wine.

Around the bar and down the hall, we two
Pushed through a door and softly locked it true.
With lusting cry, her hands pulled down my top
My clothing's buttons flew, I heard them pop.

Against the wall, she pushed, no time to lie.
A kiss, a lick, a suck - her lips could fly.
Knees down she slid to raise my silky dress
Her face pressed in; began her tongue's caress.

So swift my eyes partook the burning sight.
Before me, mirrored, a lustful, luscious plight
That sent my mind so blank and heart askew
As thundering shivers ran me through and though.

I bit my lip to stay the moment quiet.
So swift she straightened dresses. Could one buy it?
A sodden lipstick rolled, some blush applied,
Emerged quite flushed, returning side-by-side.

We sat back down, aglow and filled with smiles.
On looked the men with wonder, gauged our wiles.
Said they, "I question this, that now you're done,
A myst'ry - why do women go as one?"



(And now you know...lol.)

 

[*ladylove*]

My "Quickie"

"Fuck me", she dripped
from luscious red lips.
Instant arousal
as my hands find her hips.

Tongues wrestling lust
as together they fight,
ecstasy seething in
the blackness of night.

Arms sweep the table
clear of it's setting,
her skirt hiked up high
ripping away soaked netting.

People watch on, engrossed
we have no cares.
Pounding away,
enheightened by stares.

Legs encircle me
grinding me in.
Slick cock pulling out
to slam it again.

The height of her arousal
her cries fill the smokey mist.
Out all the way
then-"Oh fuck I missed"!

Laughter from the crowd
as she pushes me back.
I waddle to the car
holding bent dick and sack.

*grin*..quickly written, and i had to add some humor..hehehe
*ladylove*

 

[Debbie]

Re: karmadog

I don't think you got a chance to mention debbiexxx. In her poem she doesn't waste time: "Nice shoes, wanna fuck?"

When it comes to a quickie, don't waste time with small talk! lol

MP

Thanks for the mention MP but i can't take credit for that line. It is an expression used on the general board sometimes. I thought it went very well with the quickie idea.

Savage Kitten, great idea!

These poems are great! More I say, we want more.

 

[Savage Kitten]

Hey! I just wanted to thank everyone for enthusiastically meeting this challenge! It's wonderful to excerise the correctness of poetry but it is also necessary to work the creative bone sometimes!! You guys have worked overtime here!

I've got another challenge in mind. I hope you will have as much fun with it as you did this one.

Feel free to continue posting to this thread, if you feel so inspired. I will continue to check it and enjoy your reads!

Sk~

 

[poohlive]

Nooner.
Gary Strong.


He laid it down,
a twenty.
Hopes of love forgotten.
Lust devouring him.

She smiles, bright.
Her warmth is inviting.
He takes her, enjoying,
savoring, delighting.

With her help, he enters,
No kissing, no fondling,
it costs extra.
He is only an assistant manager.

His child forgotten.
The ring on his finger,
Lost in a sea of ecstacy,
for only twenty bucks.

He peaks, and cleans,
she sends him off.
And waits for another.
The oldest profession.


hee hee, talk about a quickie.

 

[freescorfr]

In the confessional

The Gloria has just been sung,
The Consecration bell has rung,
“This is my body” , I can hear
While kissing neck and lips and ear.

Her vulva softly opens up
Father Murphy lifts the cup
My foreskin pushes back as I
Enter her without a sigh

She’s warm and moist and soft within
This communion is no sin
We’re one in body and in soul
She grips around my rigid pole

The congregation all arise
I see the tension in her eyes
I can’t hold back – I’ve saved my best
Until the “Ite Missa Est”.