BREASTS (CINQUAIN)

 

Breasts

Perky, Bouncy

Pert, Rounded, Plump,

Filling A Blouse Well

Breasts

TIGHT FIT

 

My first girl friend

Was amply proportioned

Not fat,

Not even plump

Rounded

If she’d been a sofa

She’d have been well upholstered

So why on earth

When she had a size 16 arse

She insisted on wearing

Her sisters size 12 pants

Only God only knows

And he won’t split

Though I’m surprised the pants didn’t

Anyway I digress

The small knickers

Didn’t add to her desirability in any way

Nor detract from it in fairness

On the contrary

I think in more than one sense

It did make me want to get her pants off

Even more.

 

Now when it came to tights

She took the word literally

Now the tights may well have been

One size fits all

But the one size did not include her’s

On her legs they looked good

She had great legs

It was her hips that were the problem

In so much as getting her tights off

Now on most occasions this was not a problem to me

It was only when,

We wanted to

Not to put too fine a point on it

Partake of a spot of Rumpy

Getting her undressed then

Was no mean feat

Pulling her tight down

Was like pulling a porn star off your mother

Or that plastic wrapping off a frozen turkey

 

Her bra was no better

Being designed

To fit a 36 b

When she was actually a 38 d

Her breasts were squeezed out of shape

Like lumps of kneaded bread doe

And when you managed to unhook her bra

Which took both hands

And a knee in her back

They popped out like a pair of jack in the boxes

Or one would spring out like something

From a bizarre novelty cuckoo clock

Striking the hour

Or would lunge out

Like a deploying airbag

 

All her other clothes

Fitted her perfectly

It was only her underwear

That she got wrong

She was only sixteen then

Oh, happy days

Sweet sixteen

Sweet as candy

For unwrapping

And it was not an unpleasant experience

Unwrapping her

I spent three exhausting years

Laboring at the task

Made all the more pleasurable

As she had two sisters

For me to unwrap

GIRLS GIRLS GIRLS

 

Suzy the fluesy is fun in the Jacuzzi

Jude the prude is really rather rude

Tarty Marti is a must at a party

And silly Lily is a very frisky philly

 

Slender Brenda is really very tender

Whacky Jackie likes to smoke her backy

Crazy Daisy is perhaps a little lazy

And trendy Wendy is extremely bendy

 

Plain Jane is certainly not mundane

Immoral Coral has a tendency to quarrel

Handy Candy is often rather randy

And mean Jean is frankly just obscene

 

Steady Teddy is almost always ready

Bobbin Robin can get me throbbin

Shirty Gurty so easily gets flirty

But it’s rosy Rosie with whom I get cosy

LOLITA’S SLAVE

 

This sexually precocious Lolita

Who so enflamed my Ardour

This most vivacious temptress

I longed to hold and caress

Infected me with her allure

And with no antidote or cure

She holds me captive in her spell

And simply bends me by her will

SAPPHO’S INTIMATE KISS

 

In my nakedness I surrendered to her

Yielding to her dominance

Like a bitch before her alpha

Proffering my soft underbelly

She knelt before me

And pushed my thighs apart

My head swam

And my heart beat hard in my chest

Blood coursed through my veins

And roared in my ears

Then she leant forward

And kissed my quivering belly

And began her southerly progression

Moving slowly and purposely

And kissing my skin along the route

She paused to nuzzle my bush

Savoring the scent

Then she arrived at the source of my anticipation

The mound of eager flesh

The expectant petals open

Moist like a dewy rose

Then her tongue touched the petals

Of my moist blossom

And my body shook

With each clitoral stimulation

Of this oral assignation

My body quaked in spasm

Of each successive orgasm

Until I reached that enviable state of bliss

Thanks to Sappho’s intimate kiss

PANDORA

 

Pandora was a bit of a trollop

You’d often find her round the docks

Though she would disagree

And thought herself a bit of a fox

But what made her more doxy than foxy

Was the odour from Pandora’s box

Freya St David, 12 – Goddess Of Asgard

Freya St David was a pretty nurse with strawberry coloured hair, she was barely five feet tall, slender, and pale and she was from Tipton in the northern most part of the county.

Freya was twenty-seven years old but looked much younger, her skin was always flushed pink like she was freshly scrubbed, and she was a first-class flirt.

Yet she never did anything more than that and she really enjoyed flirting.

And that was as far as it ever went until the time that her pig of a boyfriend, who she had suspected was shagging her best friend, confessed it to her one night. 

And from that moment on she took her pleasures where she found them.

Well, that was until she had an epiphany, or more precisely when she met Captain Hardman.

 

As a district nurse she had a number of regular home visit, terminally ill or housebound patients which kept her very busy, but she had a few days off.

But despite having the time off she was still having a very busy week and by the time she returned to the District Nursing office she would probably relish the change of pace.

She had spent the week in her little two-bedroom house on a modern development in Abbeyvale doing chores.

It had now been six weeks since she had danced the night away with her Captain and it had left her in a quandary.

She had curbed her appetites because her thoughts kept wandering to Jonathon Hardman, she was still horny as hell, but she had lost her focus.

However, she still hadn’t heard from him.

Which was why when she was told she had to take some leave she had decided to spring clean the house from top to bottom to keep herself occupied.   

She had dusted, vacuumed, washed, mopped and polished, and bedding was washed as was every curtain.

So, by Friday lunchtime the whole house was gleaming.

As she admired her handiwork Freya was wearing knee length blue and white striped dungarees over a white vest top and a smug look of satisfaction.

Freya had just put the kettle on when there was a knock at the door.

She opened the door and a man of about her age was standing there.

“Can I help?” she said

“Freya!” the man said

“Yes, that’s me” she said

“Its Gary” he said, slightly put out that he had to give his name. “From Tipton”

“Oh Gary” Freya said “I didn’t recognise you”

“Apparently so” Gary said

Gary was her first boyfriend and her first sexual partner.

 “Come in” she said amused at his annoyance

 

They were sitting at the kitchen table drinking coffee when she asked

“How did you find me?”

“I got your address from your mum” he said

“Why?” she asked

“Well, I knew I was going to be in Abbeyvale and I thought I would look you up”

He replied unconvincingly

“You never were a very good liar” Freya said

“I’ve been thinking about you a lot recently” he confessed

“Your mum told me you were still single”

“Oh yes” Freya said suspiciously and cleared the cups to the sink.

“I think we should get back together” he said

“What?” she said and turning around in surprise

“We were good together” Gary said

“We were just kids” Freya said “And we haven’t seen each other for ten years, we’re strangers”

“Never strangers” he said

“And you’re married” she said

“Separated” he corrected her “permanently separated”

“I’m sorry to hear that” Freya said

“She betrayed me” he said with affront

“So, you want to get back with me to spite her” she said

“No Frey” he replied “You’ve always been the one”

And he leant in and kissed her and in spite of herself she kissed him back, he was always a good kisser, so she joined in.

And as part of her response to his kiss she laced her skinny arms around his neck and pulled her whole frame in close.

His hands began on her back but quickly descended to settle on her pert little buttocks.

Freya was so close to him she could feel his erection which grew with each passing moment.

“Let’s go to bed” he suggested

Freya was quite horny but going to bed with him, when she’d just put clean bed linen on?, not a chance.

“No” she replied “you can have me here”

She broke away from his embrace and walked on to the rug in the middle of the kitchen and with her back to him she first unhooked the straps on her dungarees and let them drop to the floor.

Then her white cotton knickers followed before she sank to her knees on the rug presenting her nether regions to him.

He began undoing his trousers but then hesitated

“We shouldn’t be doing it like this,” he said

“Shut up and do me,” Freya instructed

He completed the removal of his trousers as instructed and then he knelt behind her and did her on all fours on the kitchen floor.

Freya thought he had improved somewhat since their last joining ten years earlier though not excessively so.

But nonetheless he rogered her to a juddering climax.

 

A few minutes after they uncoupled Freya had quickly redressed herself.

“Well, that was pleasant enough” she said

“Only pleasant?” Gary responded

“I’m afraid so” she replied

“So, what about us getting back together?” Gary asked

“No” Freya replied

“You always were a slut” he said harshly

“And you were always dull” she replied and opened the front door.