Worth posting? - feedback wanted

[trendyredhead]

I make love to strangers

I make love to strangers.
I have helped them masturbate
alone in their bedrooms
and living rooms,
with and without toys.

I make love to strangers,
participating in twosomes and threesomes
and even some foursomes.
I am invited,
welcomed,
into beds and offices,
parked cars and libraries.
I have been with many lovers
in anonymous hotel rooms
and once a barn
with centuries of dust motes
dancing in rafter-filtered sunlight.

I make love to strangers,
guessing at hidden desires and
unfulfilled fantasies which lurk
in the darkness of their minds.
I remind them
of long forgotten trysts
and shoeboxes of memories high on closet shelves.
With me, they are free to explore,
experiment,
taste a buffet of tempting choices,
some to be savored
and others to be discretely spit out into napkins,
as an acquired taste or foreign flavor
unpalatable tonight.

I make love to strangers:
lesbian
straight
bi…
it makes no difference – they are all the same to me.
All want to be caressed,
wanted and desired,
and they chose me
an unknown lover
to help them find that safe warm acceptance,
fan their desires and rekindle romance,
to remember
or perhaps forget
lost love.
Looking for seduction, satisfaction,
the symphony crescendo and orgasmic peak,
they come to me.

And so
I make love to strangers,
day and night,
weekends and holidays.

I make love to strangers
with my words
with my stories.
My readers become my lovers
and I a voyeur of a thousand bedrooms,
a teller of a million secrets.

You, dear reader
are yet another notch on my pencil-post bed,
but don’t worry.
I don’t kiss and tell.

 

[My Erotic Tale]

I make love to strangers

I make love to strangers.
I have helped them masturbate
alone in their bedrooms
and living rooms,
with and without toys.

I make love to strangers,
participating in twosomes and threesomes
and even some foursomes.
I am invited,
welcomed,
into beds and offices,
parked cars and libraries.
I have been with many lovers
in anonymous hotel rooms
and once a barn
with centuries of dust motes
dancing in rafter-filtered sunlight.

I make love to strangers,
guessing at hidden desires and
unfulfilled fantasies which lurk
in the darkness of their minds.
I remind them
of long forgotten trysts
and shoeboxes of memories high on closet shelves.
With me, they are free to explore,
experiment,
taste a buffet of tempting choices,
some to be savored
and others to be discretely spit out into napkins,
as an acquired taste or foreign flavor
unpalatable tonight.

I make love to strangers:
lesbian
straight
bi…
it makes no difference – they are all the same to me.
All want to be caressed,
wanted and desired,
and they chose me
an unknown lover
to help them find that safe warm acceptance,
fan their desires and rekindle romance,
to remember
or perhaps forget
lost love.
Looking for seduction, satisfaction,
the symphony crescendo and orgasmic peak,
they come to me.

And so
I make love to strangers,
day and night,
weekends and holidays.

I make love to strangers
with my words
with my stories.
My readers become my lovers
and I a voyeur of a thousand bedrooms,
a teller of a million secrets.

You, dear reader
are yet another notch on my pencil-post bed,
but don’t worry.
I don’t kiss and tell.

well, if that aint cuter than a pussy in a basket
and about as long as a long tail tom.

it has sex and humor how can you go wrong <grin>
let them count the ways

I enjoyed your write!

 

[Vampiric_Mirage]

Nice way to start without saying that it's writing you're talking about. As a prostitute of the written word (and an Amazingly good one at that), I don't think there is any question - of course you should post this!!

Wow, nicely done!

 

[Jennifer C]

Oh yeah you gotta post it Hun

I really enjoyed it, a very erotic saucy read.

Post away!...

 

[flyguy69]

I think it is a wonderful idea. I think you over-explain by including details like "with and without toys" (is there anything not included?) and the 2-,3- and 4-somes (but not 5-somes?). Tell us what we need to know-- that you make love with strangers, that it gets wild, that everyone is safe.

You establish but then abandon some themes that are worth strengthening: you establish that it is through written material, but they access you in parked cars and remote barns. I suppose a wireless internet connection could work, but it would be stronger if these access points were familiar ones for reading the Literotica site. You also establish that you have multiple lovers, but that for each of them it is a personal experience. I think you could go farther with this: it doesn't matter to any reader that a thousand other folks could be reading the same story or poem.

Finally, you reassure us that you won't kiss and tell, but since readers access you anonymously that was never a worry. I think a better reassurance would be that you can be put away discreetly and without hurt feelings, that you can be pulled back out of cyberspace whenever your lovers need you.

I like the way you suggest that, ultimately, everyone wants the same thing, and that you can provide it to anyone.

I think this poem has real potential.

Good luck.

I make love to strangers

I make love to strangers.
I have helped them masturbate
alone in their bedrooms
and living rooms,
with and without toys.

I make love to strangers,
participating in twosomes and threesomes
and even some foursomes.
I am invited,
welcomed,
into beds and offices,
parked cars and libraries.
I have been with many lovers
in anonymous hotel rooms
and once a barn
with centuries of dust motes
dancing in rafter-filtered sunlight.

I make love to strangers,
guessing at hidden desires and
unfulfilled fantasies which lurk
in the darkness of their minds.
I remind them
of long forgotten trysts
and shoeboxes of memories high on closet shelves.
With me, they are free to explore,
experiment,
taste a buffet of tempting choices,
some to be savored
and others to be discretely spit out into napkins,
as an acquired taste or foreign flavor
unpalatable tonight.

I make love to strangers:
lesbian
straight
bi…
it makes no difference – they are all the same to me.
All want to be caressed,
wanted and desired,
and they chose me
an unknown lover
to help them find that safe warm acceptance,
fan their desires and rekindle romance,
to remember
or perhaps forget
lost love.
Looking for seduction, satisfaction,
the symphony crescendo and orgasmic peak,
they come to me.

And so
I make love to strangers,
day and night,
weekends and holidays.

I make love to strangers
with my words
with my stories.
My readers become my lovers
and I a voyeur of a thousand bedrooms,
a teller of a million secrets.

You, dear reader
are yet another notch on my pencil-post bed,
but don’t worry.
I don’t kiss and tell.

 

[Miss Oatlash]

I count myself among your many lovers.

Post it...I'll give ya a '5'.