DOWN AT THE BEACH

 

The beach was deserted

And silent

But for the gentle breaking of the waves

They were both naked

Her on her knees looking out to sea

He knelt behind her in the moonlight

Smelling her hair before nuzzling her neck

His hands were on her ample hips

His nuzzles turned to kisses

As his fingertips brushed

The soft flesh of her nakedness

His hands slid upwards across her silky skin

To caress the cupolas of her breasts

And as his fingers teased her swelling mamilla

She turned her head toward him

And their mouths met

In wet hungry consumption

As passion intensified

He slid one hand slowly down across her belly

Fingers dallying briefly

In the lushness of her bush

Before finding the moist recess, he sought

Her fervid response to his fingering

Brought her to the brink

And then bending her at the waist

He quickly pushed her forward  

Until her head touched the sand

This presented her round buttocks to him

So, he could see her open lipped pudendum

Glistening moistly in the moonlight

He slid his hands up and cupped her

Pendulous breasts

Caressing breast and teat

As he penetrated her heat

BLACK SILK DRESS

 

Her black silk dress

Fitted her like a sheath

The taut lines showed

Her nakedness beneath

 

Save for black-stockings

Gartered at the thigh

Stimulating to the loins

And pleasing to the eye

 

She turned every head

With her glamorous allure

Filled each one with thoughts

None of which were pure

SAPPHO’S FIRST KISS

 

When first sweet Sappho

Kissed me, I was shocked

The secret of my sexuality

Was finally unlocked

 

Sex had always left me cold

With no heat or fire

Now with Sappho’s kiss

I felt the burning desire

 

This was the first time

I’d felt this way

It never occurred to me

That I might be gay

 

Her hands fondled me

Inside my open shirt

Then she kissed my breasts

And her hand was up my skirt

 

My head was swimming

As my nipples felt her lips

Then she pulled my pants down

Over my trembling hips

 

While she sucked my nipples

And kissed my breasts

I felt the ecstasy

Of Sappho’s pudendal caress

SUNDAY SERVICE

 

Her dark eyes, sultry and steamy

Flashed a sideward’s glance

From beneath the black lace of her Mantilla

He gave her a browse

A more appraising look altogether

Her eyes flashed up again

A lingering languid glance

Which spoke of her muliebrity

Not the putative girl

They were now the cynosure

Of each other’s eyes

No words were spoken

Everything was intuit

With amative study

And libidinous perusal

She his object of pulchritude    

He her beloved inamorato

Then they had to separate

And the spell was broken

Until next Sunday’s reunion

DOWN BENEATH HER DOWN

 

Down beneath her down

Drawn by passions scent

Of receptive loins

I sourced the open petals

Of her melliferous flower

And for my oscular stimulation

Of the moist blossom

I was rewarded

With sapourus delights

Until my esurience was satisfied

WHY DO THEY CALL YOU PRUDISH JUDITH?

 

Hey Jude

I thought you were a prude

Hey Judith

I heard them call you prudish

Are you shy?

Is that the real reason why?

Hey Judith

Is that why they call you prudish?

But damn

When you’ve had a babycham

Wow Jude

You are no goody two shoes

In fact Jude

You are really rather crude

No prude

That I am forced to conclude

Jude I think

That is why you have a drink

As a cure

From being modest and demure

And Jude

When you’re in the mood

To be lewd

You are exceptionally rude

With no prudity

In the manner of your nudity

So Jude

I am forced to conclude

That Judith

Your prudishness is a myth

 

HEAT

 

 

We came together
In a frenzied embrace
Mouths locked, Nostrils flared
Snorting like fighting bulls
Kissing, stroking, groping
Fumbling with buttons and belts
Hooks and eyes
Until we lay in a heap
Disordered in our semi nakedness
I caressed her breasts
Teasing her nipples
First with fingers
Before attending to them orally
I moved my hand across her soft belly
And pulled up her skirt
My mouth alternated between
Her swollen nipples and her eager mouth
My slipped under her skirt
And I reached up
Until I felt the silk of her underwear
I pulled them down to her ankles urgently
Then I moved my hand steadily
Up her long stockinged leg
From ankle to calf to her inner thigh
The soft naked flesh above her stocking
Before combing my fingers through
Her luxuriant growth
She turned her attentions once again
To my ear frantically exploring it with her tongue
I cupped her pubic bone in my hand
And rocked it gently
Then I slipped my fingers between her lips
Into the creamy wetness
She moaned gently in my ear
And slid her finger around my swollen shaft
Tugging roughly at me
As I worked her wet flesh
Until her rhythmic moaning reach crescendo
And she came
Her thighs closed on me
Then she rolled onto her back
For me to mount her
She wanted me so badly
And my balls ached for the want of her
I lay on her and we kissed
And I probed at her wetness
Teasing her lips with my tip
Then in her urgency
with her slender legs wrapped around me
She pulled me in until she enveloped me
Then she gripped me
Vice like with her slim yet powerfull thighs
Preventing my withdrawal
Her mouth was again on my ear
Licking and chewing
Her razor like nails dug into my skin
I arched my back
And entered her deeper
Then her grip on my hips lessoned
I withdrew and thrust into her again
She writhed beneath me moaning
As she tongued my ear
I thrust again
She bit my lobe
Her nails were now in my buttocks
I thrust again and again
Then again faster and faster
We moan loudly in unison
Until I exploded inside her
And she clung to me like a limpet
There we lay in the afterglow of passion
Locked in fond embrace
For a timeless period
Until our passions were again aroused