She wears sexy underwear
And speaks dirty to me
I handle her roughly
Like a rag doll
I bend her to my will
I grope at her breasts
Toy with her nipples
My fingers first probe
Then penetrate her hot
wetness
And revel in her
response
Then she begs me to enter
And as I do I feel her
shudder
Such burning passion
Consumes us both
As we are lost in the
baseness of the act
Filthy words spill
from her lips
As we exorcized our
lust
Then sweet ecstasy
In the moment
Of our passions
culmination
Joanne the willowy vixen
Willing and welcoming
Dancing on the
pole
Writhing and gyrating
Erotically cavorting
Like a gracile
courtesan
Suppliantly performing
for the clientele
Of dirty old men and
drunken letches
Debasing herself for
meagre reward
In seedy surroundings
Selling herself to
wealthy businessmen
With her nakedness she
begs
For more paper
currency
She calls herself an
exotic dancer
But she’s no better
than the geisha
Who satisfies a
Mikado’s libido
Denise was a strawberry blonde
Beautiful and bubbly
Tall and statuesque
Built for comfort
Gloriously curvaceous
Big soft and round
Amply proportioned
Everywhere that was
important
Her body was like a
rollercoaster
You could never tire
of riding
More exhilarating than
a theme park ride
And more worthy of a
queue
A breathtaking
experience
A quivering delight
Of erotic pleasure
It was to be another business dinner
Another fabulous
restaurant
Another expensive
meal,
Or should I say “dining
experience”
At someone else’s
expense
This time a Paris
nightspot
Of great renown
But more boring
business talk
More boring company
But then quelle surprise
Out of the blue and
quite unexpected
Une jeune fille
How pretty she was
La belle fille
With huge brown eyes
And long dark hair
Une petite fille
Her name was Florence
The niece of our host
Only in Paris for one
night
And did we mind if she
joined us?
As if we would mind
A bunch of boring
business men
Or a bunch of boring business
men
And a beautiful young
woman
No contest to my mind,
I was besotted by this
beautiful creature
When the waiter came
The American next to
me
Ordered a steak, well done
“And for you
monsieur?”
“I’ll take her, any
way she comes”
Fortunately I only said
it in my head
I saw you in a different light today
A dazzling light of
femininity
You were not the
normal little tomboy
In the cargo pants and
baggy “T”
The usual beaten up
old trainers
Had been replaced by
four inch heals
Which shaped your
normally hidden legs
Whose black clad debut
certainly appealed
The sheer black of
your stocking-ed legs
Disappeared beneath
the tailored hem
Of a skirt that fitted
hitherto, unknown curves
Accentuating hips,
thighs and of course them
Tucked into the
tiniest of waistbands
Was a crisp white
blouse tailored to fit
Buttoned at the wrist
and open at the neck
Three undone buttons
so that it gaped a bit
I saw you in a different
light today
Where you emerged from
tomboy obscurity
Causing heads to turn
and eyes to stare
And thoughts were those
of impurity
She walked towards me
And my eyes were drawn
To her unfettered
breasts,
Which danced
erotically
Inside her white
blouse.
She saw me staring
But my gaze was
transfixed
As she passed me
She glanced in my
direction
A glance conveying utter
disgust
Then she threw her
head back
Rather theatrically
And headed for the
street door
I turned to watch her
leave
Enjoying her buttocks
Doing a very dirty
rumba
She stopped at the
door
Then gave me another
look
Again heavily laced
with disgust
Just at that moment
The sun suddenly
appeared
From behind a cloud
Which illuminated the
girl
Dramatically from
behind
This serendipitous
event
Rendered her blouse
transparent
And her perky breasts
Were revealed in all
their splendour
Unaware of her
circumstance
She made a questioning
head movement
Which seemed to ask
“Have you seen
enough?”
I nodded and said
aloud
“I have now thank you”
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
