YOU DON’T SEE THAT EVERY DAY
A lovely girl in a very short skirt
Stood bending over from the waist
There was a very startled young boy
Sat in full view behind her red faced
After she straightened up and left
He sat wearing a puzzled expression
When I asked the boy if he was okay
And what caused such consternation
The view of the girl that the boy had
He said that she was in no way drab
He said that the girl had no knickers
And he thought she was hiding a kebab
YOU’RE MINE
Your size four feet are mine
Your slender stockined legs are mine
Your firm round buttocks are mine
Your unwaxed loins are mine
Your smooth flat belly is mine
Your manicured nails are mine
Your pert young breasts are mine
Your brown bobbed hair is mine
Your pretty round face is mine
Your puppy dog eyes are mine
Your turned up nose is mine
Your pale pink mouth is mine
Your coquettish laugh is mine
My heart and soul are yours
SHE WAS ALL TITS AND DIMPLES
All tits and dimples in a Short skirt
Braless and bubbly and ready to flirt
I first noticed her as I was playing pool
With her legs crossed to make men drool
Looks can be deceptive I would agree
But she looked like a working girl to me
Everything on display in the window
I put down the pool cue and said hello
There was no doubt at all she was “easy”
And I knew she was offering it to me
She wasn’t wearing much to undress
But I’d seen enough to want to see the rest
However would I have to pay to see?
Or would I be getting it for free
MELISA WITH THE GAPING BLOUSE
Melisa with the gaping blouse
With fabric formed tight
Around her unfettered breasts
Her aroused nipples
Standing proud
Like sentinels
She walked slowly toward me
Breasts bouncing
Sensuously with every step
Rising and falling
Attracting every eye
Melisa with the gaping blouse
Was closer to me now
The crisp white cotton
Of her blouse disappeared
Into the waistband of her skirt
A tight grey skirt
As she walked closer
I could hear the rustle of her clothes
Her blouse
Her skirt
Her stockings
I hoped they were stockings
Melisa with the gaping blouse
Flicked her eyes
In my direction
Holding my gaze
For only a moment
In a knowing glance
As good as a promise
Then walked past me
I turned to see her
Walking slowly away
Her stilettos clicking
Her hips swinging
To and fro
And her Buttocks
Forming and reforming
With every step
Melisa with the gaping blouse
Beat out a sexual rhythm
A sensual rhythm
A primeval rhythm
Making my pulse race
And my loins ache
And I followed her
Matching her rhythm
My temples throbbed
As blood rushed elsewhere
In a perfect rhythm
Engorging me
As she reached her door
She turned to me smiling
And proffered her hand
Gratefully I took it
Then she led me to paradise
THERE'S SOMETHING ABOUT MARY
My sister in law Mary though twenty three
Suffered from a kind of delinquency
She always caused her poor Mum a fuss
And then she had to come to live with us
For weeks she made our life a hell
And managed to scare the cat as well
Then one night when my wife was out
Mary suddenly began to scream and shout
The things she said were quite obscene
And I told her how unpleasant she was being
Finally my patience with her was finished
And I decided that she must be punished
I grabbed her and bent her across my knee
And smacked her arse one, two, three,
She laughed and said “that didn’t hurt”
So I held her tight and pulled up her skirt
I held her tight bent across my knee
And smacked her arse one, two, three,
“My Mum’s smacks were harder than yours”
So I held her tight and pulled down her drawers
I held her still bent across my knee
And smacked her bare arse one, two, three,
She said nothing and just murmured a sigh
Mary was enjoying this as much as I
I told her what a naughty girl she had been
And she was the naughtiest girl I’d ever seen
And held her gently bent across my knee
And smacked her bare arse one, two, three,
She squirmed and wriggled on my knee
Feeling my hard cock against her belly
I looked down at her round full cheeks
Round and white now with red streaks
Red where I had spanked her bare flesh
Where I would gladly spank Mary afresh
I gently caressed her round full cheeks
My fingers stroking the vivid red streaks
And I watched her laying across me there
As my hands traced the fullness of her
From her cheeks to the top of her thigh
Then she squirmed and let out another sigh
I had decided what I was going to do
And I knew that she wanted me to
As my fingers explored her inner thigh
She tensed and let out an involuntary cry
I felt her course hairs on my finger tips
Then left her lush bush to find her lips
My fingers parted her labia and she moaned
My forefinger entered and she groaned
I explored her creamy wetness eagerly
And worked at her hot pussy rhythmically
Each stroke brought another moan from her
And rubbing her clit brought yet another
Faster and faster and I felt her body spasm
As I brought her quickly to an orgasm
She purred like a cat as she lay across my lap
Then my cock twitched and gave her belly a tap
She climbed off my lap without looking at me
And bent over the coffee table invitingly
I looked at her pussy inviting me to enter
I got out my cock and knelt down behind her
My hands slid from her buttocks up to her hips
And my swollen throbbing cock parted her lips
Mary was wet and warm and welcomed me in
And she moaned loudly as I broke her hymen
I thrust deep into her still holding her hips
Then as I got going I fondled her tits
Soon her body shuddered in her orgasm
And she moaned as she felt my cock spasm
When I withdrew from her tight pussy
She sighed then turned to look at me
She pulled herself up then turned round
And sat on the table and looked at the ground
I stood up before her with a semi erection
And pulled her head toward its direction
Her mouth enveloped my cock readily
And she went about my shaft eagerly
With the rhythm building to a crescendo
I was getting close to shooting my load
Before I came in her mouth I withdrew
She would suck me dry another day I knew
I stepped back and told her to undress
She did so effortlessly and with finesse
When she stood before me with all to see
I let go of my cock and made her undress me
When we were both naked we caressed
And for the very first time we kissed
Then employing the coffee table again
I lay her on her back to mount a new campaign
I fingered her Minge a little to lubricate
Then knelt at the tables end to penetrate
She eagerly accepted my cock once more
As I thrust into the cunt of my sister in law
I squeezed her arse and fondled her breasts
And I humped and pumped her on her nest
Then her body shuddered in her orgasm
And she moaned as she felt my cock spasm
I drew out my shaft from its wet sheath
And stood to look down at her body beneath
From her full breasts to her triangle of sable
And thought I never liked that coffee table
I would never view it in quite the same way
After what I did to Mary on it that day
After I had spanked her and wanked her
And had debagged her and shagged her
Before I had her undressed and caressed her
Where I was sucked by her before I fucked her
My sister in law Mary though twenty three
No longer suffers from a kind of delinquency
However her behavior leaves me unimpressed
And I still tell her that she is the naughtiest
And that she only has her self to thank
So she pulls down her knickers to get a spank
ARE YOU WEARING STOCKINGS?
It was in a seedy club
Where I spied her in the gloom
And I knew I wanted her
As our eyes met across the room
Are you wearing stockings?
Is the answer no or yes
Your buttocks say oh
And your hips say guess
I liked what I saw before me
It was lust at first sight
We didn’t speak as she took my hand
And led me out into the night
We painted the town red
Then after a night of carousel
She took me to her apartment
To quell her burning arousal
It was a mutual wanting
A primeval burning passion
A need for physicality
A time to enjoy each sensation
There was a moment’s hesitation
As we stood face to face
Then primitive and animal
We touched in coarse embrace
I fingered her through the silk
Until she moaned her sighs
Then I pulled her pants down
Her long stocking-ed thighs
My hand returned to her lips
And I probed her creamy-ness
Rhythmically stroking her
Until I brought her to the abyss
Kneeling before her writhing form
My mouth set off on a quest
To kiss my way along her leg
To taste the her tangy-ness
I reach her stocking top
And the softness of her thighs
My cheek against her skin
As I sought out the dewy prize
I tasted her until she shuddered
And let out a stifled shout
Then she unzipped me quickly
And tugged me roughly out
She kissed me with urgency
And could taste herself on my lips
While her hand tugged on me
I pulled her skirt above her hips
But then she was on her knees
And her mouth was all about me
As she sucked on my shaft
Sucking me to the point of ecstasy
I was beginning to lose control
Would she drink her fill of me?
Would she wear my necklace?
Or would her loins envelope me
The answer quickly came
As she pulled me to the floor
Where she rode me like a dervish
Until I could give her no more
And then we lay entwined
On the floor of her apartment
Enjoying the afterglow
With our passions well spent
SHE CAME IN THE NIGHT
It was in the early spring
When nature causes sap to rise
Before the dawn in the early hours
When from the shadows she emerged
With an ethereal quality
She moved slowly in the half light
Of the flickering candlelight
Revealing her form in snapshots
Naked but for the flimsiest garb
Something filmy, delicate and sheer,
Which hung from her sylphish form
Like a fine cloak of gossamer
A delicate silken web covered with dew
As she came closer her scent assailed my senses
Initially it cloyed in my throat, sickly sweet
Then intoxicated me like strong wine
Then she stood before me
Wearing the light gauzy fabric
Diaphanous and insubstantial
Which rendered her naked to my eyes
And I gazed into the hypnotic green of hers
The spell was broken by her sweet breath
Which plumed between us in the cold air
In rhythm to the heaving of her chest
Her breasts crowned by her arousal
My eyes moved from the erect sentinels
To the sable triangle below her soft belly
Then returned to be once again entranced
By the sultry green eyes of the seductress
In a silken movement she discarded the flimsy garment
And moved closer, only millimeters away
So close I could feel the beating of her heart
And with every breath she took
Her nipples gently brushed against my skin
Then I felt her hands on my skin
And electricity seemed to move between us
Her touch, soft and delicate on my skin
And as they moved across my body
It felt as though I was being wrapped in silk
Her lips pressed gently against my skin
As she kissed my chest, my neck, my throat
Then up to my cheek and finally my lips
Where she moistly kissed my mouth
Then without warning she became animal and urgent
As she pushed me onto the bed
Her nails dug deep into my flesh
And her mouth pressed hard against mine
Her tongue was darting into my mouth like a piston
Her hands sought me out and found me hard and pulsing
She tugged at my hardness, then enveloped me
Immersing me in her, coating me in warm honey
Her muscles were tight about me
As all at once she was rising and falling on me
Her mouth left mine and her tongue explored my ear
And her sharp teeth chewed at my lobe
Deep rasping breaths turned into loud animal moans
As her exertions became more urgent
Her mouth returned to mine as her passions grew
And when the first orgasm rippled through her
Her kisses turned to bites and she bit my lip
Then she began to lose control and she lost the rhythm
I gripped tight on her hips and imposed my beat
Her moans had turned to wails
And she whipped me with her hair
As she cast her head back and fourth with each stroke
Then that moment arrived
When we both stood upon the edge,
Of that most delicious precipice
Between the bestial coupling, primeval and base
And that joyful release of climax
I exploded inside her with an involuntary grunt
And she let out a banshee wail
All of a sudden I was wide awake
Laying alone, my skin moist with sweat
The bed in total disarray
I was breathing hard and
I imagined I could still smell her scent
And as I moistened my lips
I detected something odd
The metallic taste of blood on my tongue
DECEMBER RESPITE
It was a cold and gray December day
With a biting wind that took your breath away
My errands run I headed towards the pub
Where I took refuge in the saloon bar
I made myself comfortable beside the fire
And prepared to get on the outside of a large brandy
My eyes were drawn to the centre of the room
Where sat a striking strawberry blonde
She was sitting with her legs crossed
A pen in one hand a drink in the other
She was concentrating on something
A crossword clue or perhaps a Sudoku
And her bottom lip pursed slightly downward
Almost like a wilting pink rose petal
Then her eye kind of crinkled up
That combined with a slight inclination of her head
Gave me the impression she was confused
I assumed over what she was studying
Then I noticed a flash of golden light in her hair
As if her strawberry curls had ignited
But a shaft of sunlight had burst through the grey December skies
And I realised the sun had made her squint
This in turn screwed up her nose
Then caused her to sneeze
And she sneezed quite indelicately
Then again and again
This fit of sneezing had an added interest to me
As apart from the obvious effects
The shaft of sunlight had rendered her blouse transparent
And each sneeze caused her breasts to rearrange themselves
Within her non existent blouse
And her sneezing fit had taken on a more sensual quality
But alas all too soon the sneezing stopped
But I’m pleased to say her breathing had not
And I watched with fascination
As with each subsequent breath she took
Her breasts reshaped themselves inside her bra
She was blissfully unaware that her blouse was now translucent
And that each adjustment she made to her straps
Served only to more sharply define her assets
But all good things must come to an end
And thanks to a thoughtless cloud
The sunlight was snuffed out
It had been a most pleasant respite
Studying her most wondrous topography
It’s amazing how the little things in life
Can brighten up the dullest of winter days
It may have been an un-gentlemanly thing to do
Ungallant I suppose not to have averted my gaze
But she only had herself to blame
On a cold and gray December day
She should have been wearing a vest
ANYTHING GOES
The Cole Porter classic “Anything Goes”
Is a song everyone knows
“In olden days a glimpse of stocking
Was looked on as something shocking
Now heaven knows
Anything goes”
Which attempted to define
The moral decline
Well little did he know
How low morals would go
Now little is left to the imagination
When it come to female emancipation
Woman display themselves to readily
Or dress inappropriately
Their varying degrees of undress
Expose pierced and tattooed flesh
In thongs with exposed arses
Or skirts as short as west end farces
Naked midriffs of all shapes and sizes
Leaving no room for surprises
Flesh erupts like a muffin
Over waist bands unable to keep it in
And no one should ever wear Lycra
Unless their figure is micra
There are things that should remain hidden
And only revealed when bidden
Equally there are also things about a woman
That does not need to be revealed to a man
For example a cause of great consternation
Is that we get to here about their constipation
Loss of bladder control issues
Feminine freshness wipes and tissues
Then there is the shaving and waxing
And treatments men would find quite taxing
There are things we don’t need to see or hear
I just want to make that clear
One behaviour that’s quite disturbing
Is a mother in public breast feeding
Nursing a baby we don’t want to see
No matter how nice her nurses maybe
But the very worst thing to see
Is when they are out socially
Woman kind when emancipated
Failed to do what was anticipated
In taming the animal in men
And preventing his wildness emerging again
Instead women have fallen into the pit
And show know intention of leaving it
Laddettes and matrons who should know better
End up drunk laying in the gutter
Even at a holiday resort
Men look on as they disport
Cavorting bare chest-ed
Free of the clothes they have divested
As they display manicured muffs
And unmatched collar and cuffs
The tattooes, piercings and body art
Are the only way to tell them apart
Full of cocktails and beer
And the odd infection I fear
I’m not sure Mrs Pankhurst
When the idea struck her first
Envisaged that this would be the way of it
And Cole Porter didn’t know the half of it
“In olden days a glimpse of stocking
Was looked on as something shocking
Now heaven knows
Anything goes”
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