Friday, 30 April 2021

PICTURES OF LILY

 

 

Her hair was dirty blonde, shoulder length
Curly like loose ringlets cascading down
Her face was Mediterranean, dark, dusky
Eyes black as the night sky in winter, brows
Thick and dark, nose pert, mouth full and pouty
Her skin smooth as polished wood, her figure
Like a Rodin carving of perfection
Dress this in silk and lace, you have passion
Her soft breasts hidden within delicate lace
Hips, buttocks, femininity similarly
Her legs sheathed in stocking of black silk
Stiletto heels shaping them perfectly
A vision as this is not as it seems
It's the airbrushed woman of my dreams

Choice Tales from the Vale – (019) A Rosie Memory

 

Kevin Bush was a 16 year old callow youth born and raised in Lower Gracewood, a quiet and unexciting village near Finchbottom.

It was more than 20 years ago in the Vale and when he was still only 16 and he was invited to a house party at the home of the friend of a friend in Finchbottom.

He wasn’t going to go at first, house parties weren’t really his kind of thing, but he allowed himself to be persuaded and as it turned out he was glad that he had because that was when he first saw Rosie Byrne.

She was way out of his league of course he knew that right from the outset, Rosie was five years older than him for a start and drop dead gorgeous into the bargain, with jet black hair, stunning green eyes and great breasts, but he figured there was no harm in looking, so he did, at every opportunity.

Anyway after a couple of beers he got brave and started to flirt with her and he was really chuffed that she flirted back, though Kevin actually thought she was just being a really good sport.

They kept up the mutual flirtation for a while and then Rosie asked for a refill of her glass so Kevin reluctantly went off to the kitchen.

He thought it was probably just a ruse to get rid of him because she had tired of the converse but he didn’t mind, after all it had only been a bit of fun.

However much to his surprise and delight, not only had she not done a runner while he was in the kitchen but she was waiting for him in the hall and steered him expertly into the utility room and planted a hot wet kiss on his mouth.

After a few moments their mouths parted long enough for him to put the drinks down and get a short sentence out.

“I thought we were only flirting”

“You have a lot to learn about women” she said closing in on him again.
“Perhaps you could teach me then” he suggested
“Ok” she replied and leant her face towards him and gently touched her lips against his.

“A little more I think” he said
“You’d like me to teach you some more?” she asked smiling.
“Oh yes” He replied and wrapped his arms around her and pulled her close to him then their lips met again and their mouths opened on contact and it then progressed with tongues flicking.

He had never had a French kiss before and he desperately hoped she wouldn’t notice.

She pulled herself away from his over enthusiastic efforts and looked into his eyes and smiled.
“You're not a bad kisser” she said kindly
“You're obviously a good teacher” he told her

“You haven’t seen anything yet” she said as she unzipped his fly and smiled lustily at him as she watched the pleasure on his face as her soft hand stroked and tugged on him.

Rosie stopped her ministrations suddenly and giggled before dropping to her knees where she wished she could see what expression of pleasure played on his face as her mouth eagerly enveloped him.

The experienced Rosie was expertly taking him to the very brink time and time again only to let his passion recede until on the last time she let him explode in her mouth and she greedily swallowed his seed.  

“Now that’s better than flirting isn’t it?” she said wiping her mouth

“Oh yes” he agreed

 

“Bye lover” Rosie said when they emerged from the cupboard and he watched her walk away as they went their separate ways and as the party was by then in full swing their paths didn’t cross again until after midnight when Kevin was leaving to catch the last train home.

As he walked towards the station Kevin was reliving his intimate encounter in the cupboard with Rosie, and he hadn’t walked more than one hundred yards along the road when a car pulled up to the curb in front of him.

“Hey lover” Rosie called as he passed alongside the car

“Do you want a lift?”

 

Being a teenager and his mind being full of every lurid detail of the earlier blowjob he was sporting a hard on even before he got in the car.

“Thanks” he said and Rosie drove away and turned left at the end of the road.

“The station is the other way” he pointed out

“We’re not going to the station” she replied

“Where are we going then?”

“Think of it as another cupboard” she replied lustily

“Oh”

The metaphorical cupboard turned out to be a picnic area in Gracewood where it was time for Rosie to be on the receiving end when Kevin lost his cherry in the back of her Ford Fiesta.

 

Friday, 16 April 2021

OH LOOK

 

Oh look

A glimpse of thigh

As her legs cross

Young girls

Hipster clad

Showing thongs

Fail to titillate

But the young woman

In the lemon dress

Illuminated in the sunlight’s shaft

Excites the senses

A well-endowed Philly

On an adjacent table

Leans forward suddenly

And her breasts

Rearrange themselves

Delightfully

I feel no shame

As I view

A curvaceous beauty

A shapely leg

Or well-sculptured ankle

Pert well formed buttocks

Plump or perky breasts

But nothing tarty or vampish

No bare midriffs

Or obscenely short skirts

Less is more

I feel no shame

For letching

Where’s the sin

In looking

They are god’s creation

Well packaged

Why would he

Give us such delicacies

If he intended us not to look

So where’s the sin

Even if I am the vicar

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