It was the day after St Valentines and Doctor Belinda Mason was upstairs at Callum Grainger’s house attending to his terminally ill wife.
She was upstairs for half an hour and when she came back downstairs wearing her overcoat and he walked out into the hall to meet her and asked
“Do you want a cuppa?”
“No” she replied “I want some Valentines loving”
“It’s not Valentine’s Day anymore hon” he said
“It’s close enough” she responded as she unbuttoned her coat to reveal her beautiful naked breasts with her deep pink nipples standing proud in the cold hallway.
The only other thing she had on beneath her coat were the knee length socks and Marks and Spenser’s pants.
Belinda stepped in close and they kissed as his hands slipped inside her coat and settled on her waist which then pulled her closer to him.
Her kiss was warm and sensual and every fiber of him tingled.
She pulled her lips away but still close enough that he could feel her breath as she spoke
“Where can we go?” she panted.
He kissed her hot mouth quickly and then took her hand and led her into the study at the end of the hall, it was as far away from his wife’s sleeping figure as it was possible to get.
So even if Dr noisy knickers screamed when she came it was unlikely to disturb her.
They went into the study, which was more crowded than was usual due to the necessity of having to store some of the displaced furniture in there.
But there was more than enough room for what they had in mind.
Once inside he slipped her coat off and pushed her back against the door, cupping her firm round breasts and teased her nipples until they resembled Valentine rosebuds.
Before he fell to his knees and kissed her fleshy breasts and took each nipple into his mouth in turn as she ran her fingers through his hair.
His fingers were grasping at the waistband of her M&S knickers, so he tugged her pants over her plump shapely buttocks and down thighs.
The further her pants descended so did his lips and as he kissed the skin of her quivering belly her knickers had reached her knees,
When they had settled around her ankles his face was buried in her lush fragrant bush.
He let her step out of her drawers as he climbed back up her body and his hands fell on her deliciously firm buttocks as his lips found hers and they kissed again.
Belinda quickly undressed him until they both stood naked save for their socks, then with real urgency she scrambled on to the sofa and waited for him.
Friday 10 August 2018
Choice Tales from the Vale – (279) Lustful Lingerie
Ken Simms parked his car at the Abbottsford Phoenix Shopping Centre and walked into the mall, he was a little preoccupied and exceptionally horny as he had been reminiscing about a recent conquest, Nikki Chapman.
He was a 30-year-old married philanderer while she was ten years older and was divorced and deprived.
Ken had been chasing her for a disproportionate time, much longer than most of his quarry but then she was devastatingly gorgeous and well worth the wait.
She was a well-bred and well-heeled and oozed class from every pore and when he eventually removed her horny high classed piece of arse out of her designer silk knickers she just oozed.
After she had left his flat he decided to tidy up before his wife returned home and it was a good job that he did as the seat of the leather sofa was sticky from Nikki’s secretions, and there were more wine glasses in circulation than was to be reasonable expected for someone who spent the evening alone and Nikki’s black silk knickers were still on the floor.
He washed up the wine glasses, took a damp cloth to her sticky bits and locked her panties in his brief case.
He woke up annoyingly early next morning, he couldn’t sleep as he kept thinking of his session with Nikki, with no hint of a guilty conscience though, he just hoped he would be doing her again soon because he enjoyed it so much.
More than a week had passed however between that dirty erotic evening and his driving into Abbottsford to do a bit of shopping but thoughts of her still filled his head and as a result he was incredible horny when he bumped into Nikki coming out of a very expensive lingerie shop.
“Hello darling” she said, and air kissed him, then she spotted him looking at the designer carrier bag she was carrying.
“No, you can’t look at them” she replied to his unasked question
“Ok I don’t mind seeing them on if you insist” he offered
“You’re incorrigible,” she said
“Is that a maybe?” he asked
Unmoved she shook her head disappointedly.
“Have you got time for a coffee?”
“I do” he replied
“Great I’m gagging for a drink I just have one more stop”
So, Ken waited outside guarding her bags while Nikki went into the store to buy some new bra’s, Ken offered to go in with her to help her tuck her puppies into the lacy cups, but she declined his offer saying, “You wouldn’t be helping me, you would be helping yourself”
“The cheek of some people” he thought as he stared at both of her cheeks shimmying inside her trousers.
When she returned a little short of half an hour later she was looking almost as pleased with herself as she did when she walked knickerless out of his flat.
“You look very pleased with yourself, have you gone commando again?” he asked unhelpfully
“No” she said indignantly and bent down and picked up her bags
“That reminds me you still owe me a pair,” she said quietly
“Yes” he agreed “they’re in my brief case”
“I’m surprised you haven’t mounted them under glass as a trophy” Nikki said
“That’s a great idea,” Ken said
“Don’t you dare?” she said laughing
“Or I could keep them in a resealable bag”
“Why?”
“To keep them “Fresh””
“Urgh that’s dirty” she said and laughed “And then you sniff them, would you do that?”
“No, I prefer the source” he said, and she blushed scarlet and couldn’t look at him, so he changed the subject
“Did you get everything you wanted?”
“Yes” she said “and I bought some treats”
“What kind of treats?” he asked intrigued
“Fishnet stockings, for one thing” she replied “for next time”
“And when is next time?” he asked hopefully
“As soon as you drive me to Appleby” she replied
“Really?” he said “What about a coffee, I thought you were gagging for a drink”
“Well I am gagging” she retorted
“But not for coffee”
“What then?” Ken asked, and she looked him straight in the eye and said
“Cock”
He was a 30-year-old married philanderer while she was ten years older and was divorced and deprived.
Ken had been chasing her for a disproportionate time, much longer than most of his quarry but then she was devastatingly gorgeous and well worth the wait.
She was a well-bred and well-heeled and oozed class from every pore and when he eventually removed her horny high classed piece of arse out of her designer silk knickers she just oozed.
After she had left his flat he decided to tidy up before his wife returned home and it was a good job that he did as the seat of the leather sofa was sticky from Nikki’s secretions, and there were more wine glasses in circulation than was to be reasonable expected for someone who spent the evening alone and Nikki’s black silk knickers were still on the floor.
He washed up the wine glasses, took a damp cloth to her sticky bits and locked her panties in his brief case.
He woke up annoyingly early next morning, he couldn’t sleep as he kept thinking of his session with Nikki, with no hint of a guilty conscience though, he just hoped he would be doing her again soon because he enjoyed it so much.
More than a week had passed however between that dirty erotic evening and his driving into Abbottsford to do a bit of shopping but thoughts of her still filled his head and as a result he was incredible horny when he bumped into Nikki coming out of a very expensive lingerie shop.
“Hello darling” she said, and air kissed him, then she spotted him looking at the designer carrier bag she was carrying.
“No, you can’t look at them” she replied to his unasked question
“Ok I don’t mind seeing them on if you insist” he offered
“You’re incorrigible,” she said
“Is that a maybe?” he asked
Unmoved she shook her head disappointedly.
“Have you got time for a coffee?”
“I do” he replied
“Great I’m gagging for a drink I just have one more stop”
So, Ken waited outside guarding her bags while Nikki went into the store to buy some new bra’s, Ken offered to go in with her to help her tuck her puppies into the lacy cups, but she declined his offer saying, “You wouldn’t be helping me, you would be helping yourself”
“The cheek of some people” he thought as he stared at both of her cheeks shimmying inside her trousers.
When she returned a little short of half an hour later she was looking almost as pleased with herself as she did when she walked knickerless out of his flat.
“You look very pleased with yourself, have you gone commando again?” he asked unhelpfully
“No” she said indignantly and bent down and picked up her bags
“That reminds me you still owe me a pair,” she said quietly
“Yes” he agreed “they’re in my brief case”
“I’m surprised you haven’t mounted them under glass as a trophy” Nikki said
“That’s a great idea,” Ken said
“Don’t you dare?” she said laughing
“Or I could keep them in a resealable bag”
“Why?”
“To keep them “Fresh””
“Urgh that’s dirty” she said and laughed “And then you sniff them, would you do that?”
“No, I prefer the source” he said, and she blushed scarlet and couldn’t look at him, so he changed the subject
“Did you get everything you wanted?”
“Yes” she said “and I bought some treats”
“What kind of treats?” he asked intrigued
“Fishnet stockings, for one thing” she replied “for next time”
“And when is next time?” he asked hopefully
“As soon as you drive me to Appleby” she replied
“Really?” he said “What about a coffee, I thought you were gagging for a drink”
“Well I am gagging” she retorted
“But not for coffee”
“What then?” Ken asked, and she looked him straight in the eye and said
“Cock”
Thursday 24 August 2017
Something For a Gentleman’s Discerning Palate # 23
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
HER ALLURE
She makes my thoughts impure
With her seductive allure
I am infected, and I am sure
They will never find a cure
THE PRIAPIC YOUTH
The priapic youth
Has a sexual obsession
He thinks about sex so much
He has a permanent erection
Even when it stands at ease
He will still have a semi on
And he will produce semen
Sufficient to fill a demijohn
Every thing in his life
Will turn on the priapic youth
To such an extent he is
Preoccupied with self abuse
A glimpse of a girl’s neck
Is enough to get him randy
Then it’s out with the old chap
For a quick hand shandy
He’ll wake with “an early riser”
Each and every morn
So he starts the day with a tug
On his “dawn horn”
He’ll pull the pud after breakfast
Beat his meat before brunch
He’ll knock one out at elevensies
And spank the monkey at lunch
After tea he chokes the chicken
In the shower he has a glop
Watching telly a knuckle shuffle
And in bed he’ll bash the bishop
Such is a day in the life
Of a priapic youth and his issues
Who masturbates to excess
And gets through a lot of tissues
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
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 nuzzled 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
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
STAND FOR THE KING
In Cumalot, Big King Dick
Really lived up to his name
In his kingdom he’d shagged
Every damsel and dame
Then one summer morning
With not a cloud in the skies
A terrible thing happened
King Dick failed to rise
His Royal Prince was limp
Rung out and pathetically flaccid
His mojo had deserted him
King Dicks libido was dead
He called the court physician
Who prepared him an elixir
He called the court sorcerer
Who prepared him a philtre
But when cure-all and love potion
Failed to raise the dead
They tried erotic love balms
And sexual salves instead
But when these proved nostrum
Failing to raise the dead
The King lost his temper
Ordering the removal of their heads
He sent for the Royal love-smiths
The most alluring in the land
The dangerously seductive,
Sultry temptresses took him in hand
When the Royal Dick was still limp
They tried something else
Kissing every erogenous point
But this failed to quicken his pulse
So after he’d exhausted his supply
Of all his tarts and bints
He called for the Royal carpenter
To fashion him a splint
But this was no real solution
And it merely made him wince
Especially when he got a splinter
In his flaccid little Prince
He looked at dirty pictures
And he read erotic literature
He watched his soldiers shagging
He was so desperate for a cure
So when every thing had failed him
He took to his bed in disgust
Wouldn’t speak to his courtiers
He just reminisced of his lust
Then one day sickness was abroad
And he waited for breakfast in bed
Instead of his hot little maid
A mangy old crone came instead
He looked at the warty face crone
Moving about to and fro
And King Dick felt the stirrings
Of the Royal Prince down below
He leapt out of bed and grabbed her
And quickly removed his nightgown
Then he bent the crone over a chair
And the little Prince was crowned
From that day on in the kingdom
No crone was safe from his lust
Dirty ugly and warty faced
The Kings little Prince wasn’t fussed
PHILANDER
Flirtation and casual sexual affairs
“Playing away” that is to philander
No sexual conquest is too trivial
A quick blow job or a knee-trembler
DESPERATELY SEEKING TOTTIE
In bars and pubs
In joints and clubs
In bawdy brothels
And pervert chapels
In dens of iniquity
You seek promiscuity
Girls of easy virtue
Happy to insert you
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 finger tips brushed
The soft flesh of her nakedness
His hands slid upwards across her silky skin
To caress the cupola’s 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
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
HER ALLURE
She makes my thoughts impure
With her seductive allure
I am infected, and I am sure
They will never find a cure
THE PRIAPIC YOUTH
The priapic youth
Has a sexual obsession
He thinks about sex so much
He has a permanent erection
Even when it stands at ease
He will still have a semi on
And he will produce semen
Sufficient to fill a demijohn
Every thing in his life
Will turn on the priapic youth
To such an extent he is
Preoccupied with self abuse
A glimpse of a girl’s neck
Is enough to get him randy
Then it’s out with the old chap
For a quick hand shandy
He’ll wake with “an early riser”
Each and every morn
So he starts the day with a tug
On his “dawn horn”
He’ll pull the pud after breakfast
Beat his meat before brunch
He’ll knock one out at elevensies
And spank the monkey at lunch
After tea he chokes the chicken
In the shower he has a glop
Watching telly a knuckle shuffle
And in bed he’ll bash the bishop
Such is a day in the life
Of a priapic youth and his issues
Who masturbates to excess
And gets through a lot of tissues
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
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 nuzzled 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
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
STAND FOR THE KING
In Cumalot, Big King Dick
Really lived up to his name
In his kingdom he’d shagged
Every damsel and dame
Then one summer morning
With not a cloud in the skies
A terrible thing happened
King Dick failed to rise
His Royal Prince was limp
Rung out and pathetically flaccid
His mojo had deserted him
King Dicks libido was dead
He called the court physician
Who prepared him an elixir
He called the court sorcerer
Who prepared him a philtre
But when cure-all and love potion
Failed to raise the dead
They tried erotic love balms
And sexual salves instead
But when these proved nostrum
Failing to raise the dead
The King lost his temper
Ordering the removal of their heads
He sent for the Royal love-smiths
The most alluring in the land
The dangerously seductive,
Sultry temptresses took him in hand
When the Royal Dick was still limp
They tried something else
Kissing every erogenous point
But this failed to quicken his pulse
So after he’d exhausted his supply
Of all his tarts and bints
He called for the Royal carpenter
To fashion him a splint
But this was no real solution
And it merely made him wince
Especially when he got a splinter
In his flaccid little Prince
He looked at dirty pictures
And he read erotic literature
He watched his soldiers shagging
He was so desperate for a cure
So when every thing had failed him
He took to his bed in disgust
Wouldn’t speak to his courtiers
He just reminisced of his lust
Then one day sickness was abroad
And he waited for breakfast in bed
Instead of his hot little maid
A mangy old crone came instead
He looked at the warty face crone
Moving about to and fro
And King Dick felt the stirrings
Of the Royal Prince down below
He leapt out of bed and grabbed her
And quickly removed his nightgown
Then he bent the crone over a chair
And the little Prince was crowned
From that day on in the kingdom
No crone was safe from his lust
Dirty ugly and warty faced
The Kings little Prince wasn’t fussed
PHILANDER
Flirtation and casual sexual affairs
“Playing away” that is to philander
No sexual conquest is too trivial
A quick blow job or a knee-trembler
DESPERATELY SEEKING TOTTIE
In bars and pubs
In joints and clubs
In bawdy brothels
And pervert chapels
In dens of iniquity
You seek promiscuity
Girls of easy virtue
Happy to insert you
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 finger tips brushed
The soft flesh of her nakedness
His hands slid upwards across her silky skin
To caress the cupola’s 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
Tuesday 22 August 2017
Something For a Gentleman’s Discerning Palate # 22
LET ME DINE ON IMMORAL-FLESH
Let me dine on immoral-flesh
So readily on display
Let me sup on the promiscuous
Who will let me have my way
Let me exorcise my desires
On the willing assets of the age
Let me use them and abuse them
While they brazenly assuage
Let me chose from the buffet
One who will eagerly delight
It takes very little effort
If you do the thing right
Just start at Weatherspoons
On almost any given night
AT THE NUPTIAL ALTAR
A girl in virgin white
An intangible essence
A trembling creature
Wantonly pure
At the nuptial altar
Bearing passions blush
Blooming on her cheeks
Belying her innocence
Her thoughts portraying
Through lustful overtones
The girls growing want
Then without regret
A kiss preludes
Innocent stripped away.
And a woman remains
THE LOVE THAT DARE NOT SPEAK ITS NAME
The love that dare not
Speak its name
For fear of bringing
Upon them, shame
Denial of their love
Would be a cruel betrayal
For inside they knew
It was perpetual
Try as the families might
It would not be swept
Beneath a convenient carpet
Their bond was kept
And when they were safe
Behind a closed door
Their love was expressed
As true lovers adore
TALES OF TOPOGRAPHIC NOTIONS
Strong hands explore
The pure silk landscape
In gentle topography
Tracing her features
Beneath his fingers
Mapping her contours
Her sensual curvature
The undulating terrain
Soft mounds contrasted
By prominent peaks
Then across the flatness
Of the tremulous plain
Thru sparse coarse undergrowth
To the hot moist valley beyond
Strong hands explore
And as fingers probe
The pure silk landscape
Reforms beneath his touch
SCENT OF A WOMAN
An exotic fragrance filled the air
A heady perfume so divine
A scent that made me giddy
Like being intoxicated on wine
It was the girl with the dazzling smile
And almost luminous eyes
When she spoke each sentence
Was like a string of sultry sighs
Each sweet honey coated word
Delivered from her luscious lips
What import may have been
The honey sound did eclipse
I was mesmerised by her
For how long I could not say
But it is to my satisfaction
That she chose not go away
USED AND ABUSED
You sought me out
And overwhelmed me
Your directness was disarming
You were seductive and charming
But the want of you made me ache
And soon you took me to bed
Made me sweat and made me shake
As you soothed my ache
You made me whimper and moan
And grunt and groan
You used me and abused me
Until I begged for rest
You exhausted me
Till I could scarcely go on
And when I had no more to give
You wrung me out like a wet rag
And cast me aside
Then as quickly as you came into my life
You were gone from it
And I slept the clock around
LUST CONQUERS ALL
I love it when mouth meets mouth
And tongue engages tongue
Then the moment tender embrace
Gives way to urgent caress
When hands fumble their way
Into uncooperative clothing
In their wanton eagerness
To reach the yielding flesh beneath
Where fingers probe and hands grope
And passions flame ignites
I love to hear her rasp and gasp
And feel her nails dig into my flesh
To hear that stifled scream
And watch as she bites her lip
As climax carries her away
I love the feeling of closeness
As she lies in my arms
Basking in passions afterglow
Silent in our smug satisfaction
I feel her tender lips kiss my chest
And hear her contented sigh
I would like to know her name
But she is just another conquest
SNOW WHITE AND THE EIGHT DWARFS
Snow Whites wicked step mother
Was the Queen and a bit of a vamp
And often known to use her allure
On the men at the soldiers camp
She was jealous of Snow White
With her youth and innocent beauty
Feeling she might distract
The soldiers from doing their duty
So she had the woodsman take her
To the great forest and with his axe
The Queen had instructed him
To give her several whacks
But he could not kill the beautiful girl
So he told her to run and hide
And never return to the castle
It was in the forest she must abide
So she ran deep into the woods
And just as she was feeling tired
She came upon a little cottage
Which she very much admired
So she knocked on the little door
And a pompous dwarf opened it
“I’m looking for somewhere to stay
Could I stay with you for a bit?”
Prof said, she could stay for one night
Providing she helped with the chores
But she could stay for as long as she liked
In exchange for her sexual favours
Snow White thought for a moment
About the Profs indecent proposal
She decided that it suited her very well
As she did like a little cock after all
So they all had a go on Snow White
Prof was first then Blusher and Misery
They woke up Narcolepsy for his turn
Then Allergy, Cheerful and Divvy
She was a little disappointed with the sex
Not coming always made her grumpy
But then the eighth dwarf turned up
And this ones name was stumpy
NEVER JUDGE A BOOK
There is much more to a woman
Than what she can put on show
There is more in the emporium
Than there is in the shop window
Like an expensive Champagne
That a Lambrusco will out fizzle
A woman displaying all her assets
Is invariably all sausage and no sizzle
It’s the homely types that most excite
Hiding their figure neath frumpy dress
Shy and modest to the outside world
It’s the quiet ones who most impress
Beneath sober dress they burn hottest
Much hotter than the most brazen vamp
And when you get them alone they turn
From prim librarian into wanton tramp
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
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
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 others 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 Sundays reunion
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
Let me dine on immoral-flesh
So readily on display
Let me sup on the promiscuous
Who will let me have my way
Let me exorcise my desires
On the willing assets of the age
Let me use them and abuse them
While they brazenly assuage
Let me chose from the buffet
One who will eagerly delight
It takes very little effort
If you do the thing right
Just start at Weatherspoons
On almost any given night
AT THE NUPTIAL ALTAR
A girl in virgin white
An intangible essence
A trembling creature
Wantonly pure
At the nuptial altar
Bearing passions blush
Blooming on her cheeks
Belying her innocence
Her thoughts portraying
Through lustful overtones
The girls growing want
Then without regret
A kiss preludes
Innocent stripped away.
And a woman remains
THE LOVE THAT DARE NOT SPEAK ITS NAME
The love that dare not
Speak its name
For fear of bringing
Upon them, shame
Denial of their love
Would be a cruel betrayal
For inside they knew
It was perpetual
Try as the families might
It would not be swept
Beneath a convenient carpet
Their bond was kept
And when they were safe
Behind a closed door
Their love was expressed
As true lovers adore
TALES OF TOPOGRAPHIC NOTIONS
Strong hands explore
The pure silk landscape
In gentle topography
Tracing her features
Beneath his fingers
Mapping her contours
Her sensual curvature
The undulating terrain
Soft mounds contrasted
By prominent peaks
Then across the flatness
Of the tremulous plain
Thru sparse coarse undergrowth
To the hot moist valley beyond
Strong hands explore
And as fingers probe
The pure silk landscape
Reforms beneath his touch
SCENT OF A WOMAN
An exotic fragrance filled the air
A heady perfume so divine
A scent that made me giddy
Like being intoxicated on wine
It was the girl with the dazzling smile
And almost luminous eyes
When she spoke each sentence
Was like a string of sultry sighs
Each sweet honey coated word
Delivered from her luscious lips
What import may have been
The honey sound did eclipse
I was mesmerised by her
For how long I could not say
But it is to my satisfaction
That she chose not go away
USED AND ABUSED
You sought me out
And overwhelmed me
Your directness was disarming
You were seductive and charming
But the want of you made me ache
And soon you took me to bed
Made me sweat and made me shake
As you soothed my ache
You made me whimper and moan
And grunt and groan
You used me and abused me
Until I begged for rest
You exhausted me
Till I could scarcely go on
And when I had no more to give
You wrung me out like a wet rag
And cast me aside
Then as quickly as you came into my life
You were gone from it
And I slept the clock around
LUST CONQUERS ALL
I love it when mouth meets mouth
And tongue engages tongue
Then the moment tender embrace
Gives way to urgent caress
When hands fumble their way
Into uncooperative clothing
In their wanton eagerness
To reach the yielding flesh beneath
Where fingers probe and hands grope
And passions flame ignites
I love to hear her rasp and gasp
And feel her nails dig into my flesh
To hear that stifled scream
And watch as she bites her lip
As climax carries her away
I love the feeling of closeness
As she lies in my arms
Basking in passions afterglow
Silent in our smug satisfaction
I feel her tender lips kiss my chest
And hear her contented sigh
I would like to know her name
But she is just another conquest
SNOW WHITE AND THE EIGHT DWARFS
Snow Whites wicked step mother
Was the Queen and a bit of a vamp
And often known to use her allure
On the men at the soldiers camp
She was jealous of Snow White
With her youth and innocent beauty
Feeling she might distract
The soldiers from doing their duty
So she had the woodsman take her
To the great forest and with his axe
The Queen had instructed him
To give her several whacks
But he could not kill the beautiful girl
So he told her to run and hide
And never return to the castle
It was in the forest she must abide
So she ran deep into the woods
And just as she was feeling tired
She came upon a little cottage
Which she very much admired
So she knocked on the little door
And a pompous dwarf opened it
“I’m looking for somewhere to stay
Could I stay with you for a bit?”
Prof said, she could stay for one night
Providing she helped with the chores
But she could stay for as long as she liked
In exchange for her sexual favours
Snow White thought for a moment
About the Profs indecent proposal
She decided that it suited her very well
As she did like a little cock after all
So they all had a go on Snow White
Prof was first then Blusher and Misery
They woke up Narcolepsy for his turn
Then Allergy, Cheerful and Divvy
She was a little disappointed with the sex
Not coming always made her grumpy
But then the eighth dwarf turned up
And this ones name was stumpy
NEVER JUDGE A BOOK
There is much more to a woman
Than what she can put on show
There is more in the emporium
Than there is in the shop window
Like an expensive Champagne
That a Lambrusco will out fizzle
A woman displaying all her assets
Is invariably all sausage and no sizzle
It’s the homely types that most excite
Hiding their figure neath frumpy dress
Shy and modest to the outside world
It’s the quiet ones who most impress
Beneath sober dress they burn hottest
Much hotter than the most brazen vamp
And when you get them alone they turn
From prim librarian into wanton tramp
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
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
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 others 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 Sundays reunion
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
Monday 21 August 2017
Something For a Gentleman’s Discerning Palate # 21
KISS OF LIFE
The greatest gift you can bestow,
The most wonderful that I know
Is when you attend to me down below
And instantly make me swell and grow
Performing on me seductively slow
Oh what ecstasy when you blow
Until my sweet culmination apropos
With your divinely erotic fellatio
MY
My skin yearns
For your gentle touch
That silken caress
Of velvet joy
My body yearns
For the warmth
Of your tender embrace
Enveloping me
My heart pleads
For you presence
To be replenished
To be refilled
My lips beg
To be softly kissed
By petal pink mouth
Of honey sweetness
My essence craves
That other entity
Which makes me whole
My soul mate
WANT
I want you every day
In each and everyway
With every breath I take
I want to inhale you
I want to consume you
I want to undress you
Slow and controlled
I want to peel you
Like a piece of fruit
Whose consumption
Is to be anticipated
Each layer more revealing
Exposing the sumptuous flesh
Ripe in its perfection
A sight to be savoured
A delight to be relished
I want to touch you
Feel the warmth of you flesh
Sense it tremble beneath my fingers
Feel the beating of your heart
Beneath your perfect skin
Listen to your breath sounds
Altering with each touch
I want to caress the shape of you
Touch the heat of your passion
Feel your moistness
I want you every day
In each and everyway
With every breath I take
But to you I don’t exist
LOTHARIO
Just let me gaze into your eyes
His words did not disguise
His unsubtle advances
Of flirtatious talk and furtive glances
But I fell victim to his charms
And he held me in his arms
But I held him in mine as well
And then had him under my spell
As I gazed into his eyes
I had the lothario hypnotised
SILK STOCKINGS
Silkily sheer
From dainty ankle
To lily white thigh
Silk stockings
Needing to be touched
Pleasing to the eye
Silk stockings
Cool to the touch
Hot to the eye
Silk delicately soft
Contrasting my ardour
These legs in silky guise
Smooth cool silk
Temptingly tactile
A feast for hand and eye
Silken stockings
Sensual silk road
That leads to paradise
BAD RECEPTION
You sit in reception
A vacuous bimbo
Reading your mag
And thinking of bingo
You read your magazine
Quite empty headed
Smiling at men
Who’d have you bedded
If you could read our minds
What images you’d see
Vividly depicted scenes
Of lust and debauchery
You would be employed
For a very different job
With balls on your chin
And a nob in your gob
The men in the pinstripe
Would have you promoted
If you allowed yourself
To be spit roasted
The delivery driver with
“a package for yer”
Would like to bend you over
The photo copier
Even the women
Of the other persuasion
View you in their fantasies
Being used for perversions
As for myself you would see
Your bountiful naked bod
Breathless and panting
Riding my rod
It’s safer if you remain
A vacuous bimbo
Reading your mag
And thinking of bingo
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
AS IF I WASN’T THERE
A green eyed goddess
Pretty as a picture
With ringlets of flaming red
Cascading on to her ivory skin
Her peaches and cream complexion
Fresh as an English rose
With skin pale as porcelain
Yet passion blooms upon her cheek
Aglow with an apples blush
And as she approaches
A cloud enveloped me
Like exotically fragranced orchids
Leaving me heady and breathless
Then she just passed me by
As if I wasn’t there
Leaving me wretched in her wake
DREAM GIRL
When you have admired from afar
Idealising that someone
For so very, very long
You envisage all the special moments
You will share together
In the most incredible detail
Such as when you ask her out
And of course when she says yes,
Holding hands on the first date
And of course the first kiss
You rerun those moments in your head over and over
Endowing them with magical properties
That reality could never hope to match
Reality can never equal fantasy
But comes the day when you summon the courage
And you do ask her out
And she does indeed say yes
Though not in the swept off her feet kind of way
That you had imagined
You do indeed hold hands on the first date
But it feels a little awkward
Like this is not quite what she had in mind
And again doesn’t quite live up to your preconception
Then all too soon we are at her door
We chat uncomfortably
Make small talk and laugh nervously
We say goodnight, then again, and again
Then she reached up and pulled my head towards hers
Then slightly hesitant, our lips met for the first time
A tender kiss gentle and languid
I closed my eyes
As the intensity grew
As it became more fervent
Then ardent led to passionate
Then I surrendered to the moment
And lost my self completely in her embrace
As I walked home alone
The taste of her still on my lips
I conceded that I was correct
When I thought reality could never equal fantasy
Because reality was so much better
JOY BRINGER
Seductively on your knees
As you tantalise and tease
Playing rough then tender
As you expertly render
On me your divine Fellatio
Such ecstasy you can bestow
How expertly you perform
Bringing me towards the storm
On the brink you bring me back
Restoring the control I lack
Oh how I thought you demure
Erotic bringer of pleasure
How many times will it be?
How many points of ecstasy
How many times until
You choose to drink your fill
The greatest gift you can bestow,
The most wonderful that I know
Is when you attend to me down below
And instantly make me swell and grow
Performing on me seductively slow
Oh what ecstasy when you blow
Until my sweet culmination apropos
With your divinely erotic fellatio
MY
My skin yearns
For your gentle touch
That silken caress
Of velvet joy
My body yearns
For the warmth
Of your tender embrace
Enveloping me
My heart pleads
For you presence
To be replenished
To be refilled
My lips beg
To be softly kissed
By petal pink mouth
Of honey sweetness
My essence craves
That other entity
Which makes me whole
My soul mate
WANT
I want you every day
In each and everyway
With every breath I take
I want to inhale you
I want to consume you
I want to undress you
Slow and controlled
I want to peel you
Like a piece of fruit
Whose consumption
Is to be anticipated
Each layer more revealing
Exposing the sumptuous flesh
Ripe in its perfection
A sight to be savoured
A delight to be relished
I want to touch you
Feel the warmth of you flesh
Sense it tremble beneath my fingers
Feel the beating of your heart
Beneath your perfect skin
Listen to your breath sounds
Altering with each touch
I want to caress the shape of you
Touch the heat of your passion
Feel your moistness
I want you every day
In each and everyway
With every breath I take
But to you I don’t exist
LOTHARIO
Just let me gaze into your eyes
His words did not disguise
His unsubtle advances
Of flirtatious talk and furtive glances
But I fell victim to his charms
And he held me in his arms
But I held him in mine as well
And then had him under my spell
As I gazed into his eyes
I had the lothario hypnotised
SILK STOCKINGS
Silkily sheer
From dainty ankle
To lily white thigh
Silk stockings
Needing to be touched
Pleasing to the eye
Silk stockings
Cool to the touch
Hot to the eye
Silk delicately soft
Contrasting my ardour
These legs in silky guise
Smooth cool silk
Temptingly tactile
A feast for hand and eye
Silken stockings
Sensual silk road
That leads to paradise
BAD RECEPTION
You sit in reception
A vacuous bimbo
Reading your mag
And thinking of bingo
You read your magazine
Quite empty headed
Smiling at men
Who’d have you bedded
If you could read our minds
What images you’d see
Vividly depicted scenes
Of lust and debauchery
You would be employed
For a very different job
With balls on your chin
And a nob in your gob
The men in the pinstripe
Would have you promoted
If you allowed yourself
To be spit roasted
The delivery driver with
“a package for yer”
Would like to bend you over
The photo copier
Even the women
Of the other persuasion
View you in their fantasies
Being used for perversions
As for myself you would see
Your bountiful naked bod
Breathless and panting
Riding my rod
It’s safer if you remain
A vacuous bimbo
Reading your mag
And thinking of bingo
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
AS IF I WASN’T THERE
A green eyed goddess
Pretty as a picture
With ringlets of flaming red
Cascading on to her ivory skin
Her peaches and cream complexion
Fresh as an English rose
With skin pale as porcelain
Yet passion blooms upon her cheek
Aglow with an apples blush
And as she approaches
A cloud enveloped me
Like exotically fragranced orchids
Leaving me heady and breathless
Then she just passed me by
As if I wasn’t there
Leaving me wretched in her wake
DREAM GIRL
When you have admired from afar
Idealising that someone
For so very, very long
You envisage all the special moments
You will share together
In the most incredible detail
Such as when you ask her out
And of course when she says yes,
Holding hands on the first date
And of course the first kiss
You rerun those moments in your head over and over
Endowing them with magical properties
That reality could never hope to match
Reality can never equal fantasy
But comes the day when you summon the courage
And you do ask her out
And she does indeed say yes
Though not in the swept off her feet kind of way
That you had imagined
You do indeed hold hands on the first date
But it feels a little awkward
Like this is not quite what she had in mind
And again doesn’t quite live up to your preconception
Then all too soon we are at her door
We chat uncomfortably
Make small talk and laugh nervously
We say goodnight, then again, and again
Then she reached up and pulled my head towards hers
Then slightly hesitant, our lips met for the first time
A tender kiss gentle and languid
I closed my eyes
As the intensity grew
As it became more fervent
Then ardent led to passionate
Then I surrendered to the moment
And lost my self completely in her embrace
As I walked home alone
The taste of her still on my lips
I conceded that I was correct
When I thought reality could never equal fantasy
Because reality was so much better
JOY BRINGER
Seductively on your knees
As you tantalise and tease
Playing rough then tender
As you expertly render
On me your divine Fellatio
Such ecstasy you can bestow
How expertly you perform
Bringing me towards the storm
On the brink you bring me back
Restoring the control I lack
Oh how I thought you demure
Erotic bringer of pleasure
How many times will it be?
How many points of ecstasy
How many times until
You choose to drink your fill
Saturday 19 August 2017
Something For a Gentleman’s Discerning Palate # 20
LE BICYCLETTE DE BELSIZE
As I drive home from work, with the evening
sun still beating down hot on the windscreen, I
come to an abhorrent obstruction in the
road, a cyclist the worst site to any driver with
somewhere to go and a finite time
to get there. I was driving down a very
narrow lane following a cyclist that I
knew I couldn’t pass when I noticed the cyclist
for the first time, her brown hair dancing across
her shoulders contrasting starkly with the white of
the cotton blouse which tapered down to her
narrow waist before disappearing into
the waist band of her gray checked skirt.
I pondered briefly on the name of the pattern
was it “Hounds tooth, Prince of Wales then the cloth
stretched tight against her cheeks as she was stood
up in the saddle as we climbed the hill, her long
tanned legs powering her on and her
buttocks reshaped themselves again
and again, I could only imagine what
was happening in front of her out of my
view, then the material was tight against her
curves once more as her bottom perched
back on the saddle and every bump in the road
brought a new quiver to her plaid clad cheeks
and a delicious new tingling to my loins
then all at once the lane ended and she was gone
down a path went the girl and the bike she sat upon
REFLECTED GLORY
She sits before the mirror
Head inclined
Fine brown hair falls off her shoulders
Cascading down one side
The evening sun shimmering on the fine strands
The lustrous skin of her shoulders and back,
Naked but for the slender straps of her dress
Silently invites my caress
Her heady perfume filled the room
Invading my senses like a fragrant garden after summer rain
The fabric of her dress hugs the wondrous contours I know so well
In the mirror her hazel eyes look back at me
As she sees me watching her
And knowing my thoughts her reflection smiles
And at its radiance my heart soars
Making me want her
I don’t ask why she loves me
I just thank god for her
For her elegant beauty
And for the greater beauty inside
This evening I must share her
But later she will be mine alone
So for now I bath in the reflected glory of her
AFTERNOON DELIGHT
I stood in the bathroom doorway
And watched her stir
The afternoon sunlight
Painted patterns on her naked contours
As it shone through the billowing curtains
Her hair, still damp from our passionate exertions
Clung to her face and neck
And beads of sweat sparkled on her skin
She lay on her side
Knees drawn up to her belly
Showing off the wonderful sweep
From narrow waist to curvaceous hip
And the perfect roundness of sumptuous buttocks
Then she rolled on to her back as she stirred again
And the magnificence of her was there before me
With patterns of light and dark dancing over her form
Her nipples aroused as the soft breeze wafted over her
Her eyes opened and she smiled when she saw me
She sat up and brushed the hair from her face
Then moved onto her knees and stretched
Leaning back until her hands touched the bed behind her
Supporting herself on clenched fists
And throwing her head right back
Until her black hair tumbled down her back
My eyes slowly scanned the beauty of her
From the cascading black hair
Down the cords and sinews of her neck
To the fine structure of her shoulders
Dwelling on her firm breasts and proud nipples
Before continuing to the soft down on her flat belly
And her round hips and buttocks
Before reaching the thick black triangle
And her long taught thighs either side
I left the doorway and picked my way
Through the discarded clothing on the floor
To reach the bed where she now sat
Sitting on her haunches she looked at me
A radiant smile illuminating her face
With eyes that said “again”
ISLE OF LOVE
The scent of jasmine and honeysuckle was
Everywhere, drifting on the afternoon breeze
Filling my nostrils and catching in my dry throat
The ice in my drink chinked out a melody and
Beckoned me, my companion sat on the veranda
She turned her head to me as I approached
I leant down and kissed the nape of her neck
The downy hairs stood up and I kissed again
She met my gaze and smiled coyly then looked down
At her lap, so my eyes wandered to the
Gaping fabric of her silk dress and the soft
Roundness of her within. I watched as
Her nipples aroused either by the cooling
Air or at the knowledge of my gaze, no matter
I felt no shame at the beholding of her
She looked up at me with beguiling eyes
Her eyes said our drinks could wait awhile
I took her hand and returned her smile
IN THE EYE OF THE BEHOLDER
Her eyes of velvet hazel brown
Looked at me and then look down
Her nose twitched and she bit her lip
Then she composed herself and took a sip
She fought to suppress it for a while
Then her full lips broke into a smile
I stared at the curvaciousness in her gown
Then her brow furrowed into a frown
Under my gaze her lashes fluttered nervously
her eyebrows raised disapprovingly
as I looked at her figure shamelessly
Picturing her body naked before me
The skin of her cheeks flushed deep red
Then proudly she held up her head
She flicks the brunette strands of hair
Off her face as I stand and stare
I love the beautiful things in life
So what’s wrong with ogling my own wife
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 stockined 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 arroused
WORKING WOMEN
WPC’S wearing stout shoes
Solicitors dressed in dark hues
Traffic wardens with attitude
Merry widows with gratitude
Highflying executives power suited
Farming lass’s Wellington booted
Essex girls in white stilettos
Shop assistants with painted toes
Cleaners and cooks in coloured tabards
Casino croupiers dealing cards
Any of the above I’m pleased to say
Will help to pass a wet day away
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
WHITE LADY
The soft pale skin of her face was hidden
Beneath the large brim of hew broad straw hat
This cast a dappled shadow across her
Which touched her shoulders, arms and her breasts
The straw hat contained her strawberry curls
While white cotton confined her young breasts
The cotton of her dress hid her figure
It billowed around her, fitting only
Where it touched, her young body a mystery
A vision in white causing men to stare
As a shaft of light burst through the trees
Backlighting her form for us all to see
Everything exposed by the summer light
Set all men’s pulses racing at the sight
As I drive home from work, with the evening
sun still beating down hot on the windscreen, I
come to an abhorrent obstruction in the
road, a cyclist the worst site to any driver with
somewhere to go and a finite time
to get there. I was driving down a very
narrow lane following a cyclist that I
knew I couldn’t pass when I noticed the cyclist
for the first time, her brown hair dancing across
her shoulders contrasting starkly with the white of
the cotton blouse which tapered down to her
narrow waist before disappearing into
the waist band of her gray checked skirt.
I pondered briefly on the name of the pattern
was it “Hounds tooth, Prince of Wales then the cloth
stretched tight against her cheeks as she was stood
up in the saddle as we climbed the hill, her long
tanned legs powering her on and her
buttocks reshaped themselves again
and again, I could only imagine what
was happening in front of her out of my
view, then the material was tight against her
curves once more as her bottom perched
back on the saddle and every bump in the road
brought a new quiver to her plaid clad cheeks
and a delicious new tingling to my loins
then all at once the lane ended and she was gone
down a path went the girl and the bike she sat upon
REFLECTED GLORY
She sits before the mirror
Head inclined
Fine brown hair falls off her shoulders
Cascading down one side
The evening sun shimmering on the fine strands
The lustrous skin of her shoulders and back,
Naked but for the slender straps of her dress
Silently invites my caress
Her heady perfume filled the room
Invading my senses like a fragrant garden after summer rain
The fabric of her dress hugs the wondrous contours I know so well
In the mirror her hazel eyes look back at me
As she sees me watching her
And knowing my thoughts her reflection smiles
And at its radiance my heart soars
Making me want her
I don’t ask why she loves me
I just thank god for her
For her elegant beauty
And for the greater beauty inside
This evening I must share her
But later she will be mine alone
So for now I bath in the reflected glory of her
AFTERNOON DELIGHT
I stood in the bathroom doorway
And watched her stir
The afternoon sunlight
Painted patterns on her naked contours
As it shone through the billowing curtains
Her hair, still damp from our passionate exertions
Clung to her face and neck
And beads of sweat sparkled on her skin
She lay on her side
Knees drawn up to her belly
Showing off the wonderful sweep
From narrow waist to curvaceous hip
And the perfect roundness of sumptuous buttocks
Then she rolled on to her back as she stirred again
And the magnificence of her was there before me
With patterns of light and dark dancing over her form
Her nipples aroused as the soft breeze wafted over her
Her eyes opened and she smiled when she saw me
She sat up and brushed the hair from her face
Then moved onto her knees and stretched
Leaning back until her hands touched the bed behind her
Supporting herself on clenched fists
And throwing her head right back
Until her black hair tumbled down her back
My eyes slowly scanned the beauty of her
From the cascading black hair
Down the cords and sinews of her neck
To the fine structure of her shoulders
Dwelling on her firm breasts and proud nipples
Before continuing to the soft down on her flat belly
And her round hips and buttocks
Before reaching the thick black triangle
And her long taught thighs either side
I left the doorway and picked my way
Through the discarded clothing on the floor
To reach the bed where she now sat
Sitting on her haunches she looked at me
A radiant smile illuminating her face
With eyes that said “again”
ISLE OF LOVE
The scent of jasmine and honeysuckle was
Everywhere, drifting on the afternoon breeze
Filling my nostrils and catching in my dry throat
The ice in my drink chinked out a melody and
Beckoned me, my companion sat on the veranda
She turned her head to me as I approached
I leant down and kissed the nape of her neck
The downy hairs stood up and I kissed again
She met my gaze and smiled coyly then looked down
At her lap, so my eyes wandered to the
Gaping fabric of her silk dress and the soft
Roundness of her within. I watched as
Her nipples aroused either by the cooling
Air or at the knowledge of my gaze, no matter
I felt no shame at the beholding of her
She looked up at me with beguiling eyes
Her eyes said our drinks could wait awhile
I took her hand and returned her smile
IN THE EYE OF THE BEHOLDER
Her eyes of velvet hazel brown
Looked at me and then look down
Her nose twitched and she bit her lip
Then she composed herself and took a sip
She fought to suppress it for a while
Then her full lips broke into a smile
I stared at the curvaciousness in her gown
Then her brow furrowed into a frown
Under my gaze her lashes fluttered nervously
her eyebrows raised disapprovingly
as I looked at her figure shamelessly
Picturing her body naked before me
The skin of her cheeks flushed deep red
Then proudly she held up her head
She flicks the brunette strands of hair
Off her face as I stand and stare
I love the beautiful things in life
So what’s wrong with ogling my own wife
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 stockined 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 arroused
WORKING WOMEN
WPC’S wearing stout shoes
Solicitors dressed in dark hues
Traffic wardens with attitude
Merry widows with gratitude
Highflying executives power suited
Farming lass’s Wellington booted
Essex girls in white stilettos
Shop assistants with painted toes
Cleaners and cooks in coloured tabards
Casino croupiers dealing cards
Any of the above I’m pleased to say
Will help to pass a wet day away
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
WHITE LADY
The soft pale skin of her face was hidden
Beneath the large brim of hew broad straw hat
This cast a dappled shadow across her
Which touched her shoulders, arms and her breasts
The straw hat contained her strawberry curls
While white cotton confined her young breasts
The cotton of her dress hid her figure
It billowed around her, fitting only
Where it touched, her young body a mystery
A vision in white causing men to stare
As a shaft of light burst through the trees
Backlighting her form for us all to see
Everything exposed by the summer light
Set all men’s pulses racing at the sight
Friday 18 August 2017
Something For a Gentleman’s Discerning Palate # 19
WHEN I LOOK
When I look at Dawny
I get really horny
When I look at Candy
I get really randy
When I look at Sue
My loins go ooh
When I look at Sharon
I get the biggest hard on
When I look at Sarah
I just want to have her
When I look at Clair
I picture her bare
When I look at Tina
I couldn’t be any keener
When I look at Suzie
My head goes woozy
When I look at Nicki
I get a little sticky
When I look at Steffi
I get a little stiffy
When I look at Brenda
I have my own agenda
When my wife sees me look
I’m in her bad book
IN THE AFTERGLOW
She lay serenely in the afterglow
The sweat of passion spent
Vaporized and no more
Her hair tousled, Frames a peaceful face
The red glow of the cheeks still visible
Her eyes resting, her mouth open slightly
Her full lips still moist, her pale skin smooth
No hint remains of what passed
The contortions of orgasm
Which were etched into her innocent face
Linger no more but shall again soon
She lies beneath a silken sheet
Stretched more tightly across her breasts
Showing them in sharp relief
The cool air from the open window
Arouses her nipples
Which stand proud through the silk
She murmurs in her sleep and squirms in unison
As her arousal continues elsewhere
If her lover does not return
Her satisfaction will be in her own hand
KISSING COUSINS
It was on a family holiday in Spain
When I was seventeen and my cousin was fifteen
Karen had followed me around with puppy dog eyes
For as long as I could remember
But had suddenly become aware of her sexuality
And Karen flirted with me outrageously
From the moment we set off for the airport
But I wasn’t really interested
I already had a steady girlfriend plus a spare or two
So I tried my best to ignore her
But that was easier said than done
When she spent most of the day in a scanty bikini
And she was extremely fit and flaunted it
So I weakened after all I was only seventeen
I took my chance one afternoon
When our parents had gone off on a visit somewhere
A vineyard or monastery or shrine somewhere
I made an excuse and stayed at the apartment
I knew Karen was up for it when she did the same
Once the parents were well on their way
I walked into her bedroom wearing only a towel
She was stood with her back to me
And was wearing only black satin underwear
Matching pants and camisole
I knew she had borrowed them
Because I caught a glimpse of her mum in them
The day we arrived at the resort
I walked up behind her and dropped my towel
Wrapped my arm around her
Her arms aliped over mine and she leant back into me
And hugged me back my loins responded immediately
And my erection was quickly digging into her back
I inclined my head and kissed her
She responded and our tongues explored each others mouths
Squeezing each other tightly
Then I released my grip on her
Resting my hands lightly on her waist
As I moved slowly onto my knees
She visibly trembled as my fingerers found her panties
And I hooked them inside the waistband
I pulled her satin knickers over her slim hips
They slipped with ease against her silky skin
And over her tight young cheeks
Then they tumbled quickly to her ankles
I kissed the small of her back
My lips brushing the downy hairs
And then I fondled her perfect round cheeks
I moved my hands up onto her hips as I stood
Then they moved across her soft flat belly
And upwards beneath her camisole
And cupped her firm little breasts
Teasing her nipples to erection
I kissed the nape of her neck, still caressing her breasts
Then I whispered in her ear
And she pulled her camisole off over her head
Naked and blushing she turned to look at me
And I kissed her mouth eagerly
Then I pushed her gently forward
So she would kneel on the bed
Then my hands moved back to her hips
As I bent her over at the waist
She was like putty to me totally compliant
I could have done anything I wanted, which I was about to do
I teased at her wet lips with my erection
Before thrusting into her
She gasped first in pain as I broke her hymen
Then again in pleasure as I thrust again more deeply
Her body ebbed and flowed with my rhythm
Until she came one, twice, three times
When I had finished I bent down and kissed the small of her back
Then picked up her panties and wiped myself with them
And discarded them on the bed next to her sweating body
And then I walked away whistling
VISION
Who is this vision in the summer’s light?
Adorned in cotton dress of white
Shrouded in the scents of summer days
The vision backlit by the summer rays
The sunlight makes her naked in my eyes
A vision of beauty under summer sky’s
MISS TUNNEY
Hey there Miss Tunney
You’re quite a honey
With a disposition sunny
And sense of humour, funny
So cute just like a bunny
I’d pay a deal of money
Just to taste your cunny
I WANTED HER
She crouched down, almost squatting
To stroke a small dog in the park
As she did her full buttocks
Strained the fabric of her shorts
And I wanted her
When she stood up
She through back her hair from her face
As she did the sunlight caught
The fine blonde strands
And I wanted her
She reached behind her head
To tie back her loose hair
Which pushed her breasts tightly
Against her cotton shirt
And I wanted her
She saw me looking at her
And smiled at me coyly
Then she waved to me, smiling
And I wanted her
Luckily she was my wife
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 to 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
YOU CAN RING MY BELL
Do you like making spoons in bed?
Or do you do it on all fours like beasts
Perhaps in the style of the missionaries
Or does she straddle you like a monkey on a stick?
Is she animated when you’re at it?
Thrashing about a lot
Or motionless like a resuscitation doll
Maybe you have her with trembling knees against a wall?
Mounting her roughly from behind
What about the wheelbarrow?
Have you tried that position?
Maybe bondage or spanking is your thing?
Do you play two way family favorites?
Kissing the inside of her milky white thigh
Before drinking from the velvet cup
Does she enjoy performing orally?
Is her behavior quite low, morally
Base and sluttish
Or is she prim and proper
Prudish about being rude-ish
Maybe it’s not what you do but who you do it with
Vampish or tarty, dumb or smarty
Clear complexioned or spotty
Level headed or dotty
Intelligently spectacled
Scantily clad in edibles
What about role playing and dressing up
Does she wear uniforms of cotton or serge?
And do you dress as a centurion
Or a gladiator
Do you play doctors and nurses?
Or vicars and tarts Master and slave
Butler and parlor maid
Teacher and pupil
Acting out fantasies of filth
Do you do it wearing a hat?
In German helmet and jack boots
Cross dressing perhaps
In a pencil skirt or floral dress
Leather goods or latex or pace
What about toys or sexual aids
No let’s not go there
What about swinging do you fancy that?
Arriving in a Porsche and going home in a Passat
Does she need to be of a certain physical type?
To be of the right dimensions?
Or proportions
Tall and pencil thin
Or perhaps pear shaped or round
An hour glass figure
Or a stick thin anorexic
A particular color eyes
Hair, long, short or none at all
Blonde, brunette or red
Body piercing?
A turn on? Or turn off?
Tattoo’s like wise
Do you like your beaver wild or tamed?
Does a Brazilian look too much like you need a swipe card?
And if it looks like Adolph Hitler’s moustache do you care
When her breasts are released are they like airbags deploying
Or are they small and pert just enough for toying
Are you fussy about her appearance?
Or is a pulse all she needs
Perhaps you’re not even that fussy
Is she noisy when you’re on the nest?
Perhaps that’s what you like the best
Once she’s warmed up do you make her bellow?
So you have to turn her over and make her bite the pillow?
What about location does it matter where it’s done
Do you like it to be a public place?
When she’s sitting on your face
Do you like it al fresco in the woods or maybe the park
Or does a dog sniffing your bum put you off your stroke
At someone’s party under a pile of coats
At the cinema or theatre
Out back in a dark alley way
In the car? We’ve all done it there
All around the house in the bathroom and on the stair
Well you can do it in the hall or on the kitchen table
Even on the toilet if she doesn’t care
It doesn’t matter what you do to ring each others bell
Or where you ring it bloody hell
Just as long as all party’s are willing and able
That’s the best thing of all and the most important
And the most exiting when she tells you yes
BERNADETTE FROM BLACKHEATH
I remember my very first girlfriend
Bernadette O’Flahety was her name
She was ever so slightly unattractive
But she was my girlfriend all the same
She was considered quite the looker
Where she was born in Blackheath
Despite the very large warty nose
With the ginger moustache beneath
She did have a face like a smashed crab
Or perhaps like a bag full of spanners
She had tufts of red hair under her arms
Like a pair of nesting ginger hamsters
They say that beauty is only skin deep
So she must have had hers on inside out
She’d a funny eye so that one looked
At you and the other seeked you out
She was best viewed in a dimmed light
Preferably from distance to be unkind
It was best not to see her naked form
But tackle her in the dark from behind
She had hairy legs and even hairy nipples
Her shape wasn’t curves so much as sags
She carried at least three spare tyres
And had breasts like roof tiler's nail bags
Bernadette's complexion resembled
Two week old cold lumpy porridge
She had Denis Healy bushy eyebrows
Accentuating the prominent ridge
She was older than me by a little bit
And she had been around the block
And it would be more than fair to say
She had too many miles on the clock
Bernadette was a bit of an old banger
You could say in more way than one
But on a those long cold dark nights
She was also a real bundle of fun
My brother said unkindly, the poor girl
Must have fallen from the ugly tree
And making matters worse she had hit
On the way down a branch or three
The excessive cellulite on her thighs
Made them look and feel like tripe
She had a number of boils and sores
And her skin was of the greasy type
And yes its true that she did have a face
Like a well smacked arse bless her
Or a bulldog chewing a wasp but then
I was no oil painting or Adonis either
And perhaps she was not what a mother
Would want to chose for her son
But Bernadette was quite acceptable
For a shy young man to practice on
SPANISH EYES
I sat drinking black coffee alone in the café
I noticed her instantly as she entered
powerless my eyes, like magnets were drawn
towards the striking young woman’s beauty, her hair
black as a raven’s wing caressed the dark
skin of her shoulders, its dark lustre framed
the simple beauty of her face, which I studied.
Firstly her full moist lipped smile, the delicate
curve of her nose and finally the depth of her
dark brown eyes, she looked back at me holding
my gaze, as if reading my thoughts and touching my soul.
My eyes wandered the soft brown nakedness
of her neck and shoulders until reaching
her bountiful breasts where white lace fringed
their fullness, her smile broadened and her
cheeks flushed as if she could feel the stirring of
my loins, she turned away and I continued my
journey, the cloth of her trousers fitted her
firm buttocks like a second skin hugging
her contours as I wanted to. As she sat down
opposite me my gaze once more returned
to the plumpness of her fine young breasts as they
rearranged themselves within their lacy
confines. Then our eyes met again and she
smiled knowing my thoughts and revelling in
them. She paused and opened her bag and
took out a cigarette and holding it
in her slender fingers for a moment
before placing it between her moist lips
envying its intimacy as I lit it
I bought her coffee and we talked and laughed
drank more coffee talked and laughed some more
Although her fine young body gave rise to sighs
I was held captive by her Spanish eyes
When I look at Dawny
I get really horny
When I look at Candy
I get really randy
When I look at Sue
My loins go ooh
When I look at Sharon
I get the biggest hard on
When I look at Sarah
I just want to have her
When I look at Clair
I picture her bare
When I look at Tina
I couldn’t be any keener
When I look at Suzie
My head goes woozy
When I look at Nicki
I get a little sticky
When I look at Steffi
I get a little stiffy
When I look at Brenda
I have my own agenda
When my wife sees me look
I’m in her bad book
IN THE AFTERGLOW
She lay serenely in the afterglow
The sweat of passion spent
Vaporized and no more
Her hair tousled, Frames a peaceful face
The red glow of the cheeks still visible
Her eyes resting, her mouth open slightly
Her full lips still moist, her pale skin smooth
No hint remains of what passed
The contortions of orgasm
Which were etched into her innocent face
Linger no more but shall again soon
She lies beneath a silken sheet
Stretched more tightly across her breasts
Showing them in sharp relief
The cool air from the open window
Arouses her nipples
Which stand proud through the silk
She murmurs in her sleep and squirms in unison
As her arousal continues elsewhere
If her lover does not return
Her satisfaction will be in her own hand
KISSING COUSINS
It was on a family holiday in Spain
When I was seventeen and my cousin was fifteen
Karen had followed me around with puppy dog eyes
For as long as I could remember
But had suddenly become aware of her sexuality
And Karen flirted with me outrageously
From the moment we set off for the airport
But I wasn’t really interested
I already had a steady girlfriend plus a spare or two
So I tried my best to ignore her
But that was easier said than done
When she spent most of the day in a scanty bikini
And she was extremely fit and flaunted it
So I weakened after all I was only seventeen
I took my chance one afternoon
When our parents had gone off on a visit somewhere
A vineyard or monastery or shrine somewhere
I made an excuse and stayed at the apartment
I knew Karen was up for it when she did the same
Once the parents were well on their way
I walked into her bedroom wearing only a towel
She was stood with her back to me
And was wearing only black satin underwear
Matching pants and camisole
I knew she had borrowed them
Because I caught a glimpse of her mum in them
The day we arrived at the resort
I walked up behind her and dropped my towel
Wrapped my arm around her
Her arms aliped over mine and she leant back into me
And hugged me back my loins responded immediately
And my erection was quickly digging into her back
I inclined my head and kissed her
She responded and our tongues explored each others mouths
Squeezing each other tightly
Then I released my grip on her
Resting my hands lightly on her waist
As I moved slowly onto my knees
She visibly trembled as my fingerers found her panties
And I hooked them inside the waistband
I pulled her satin knickers over her slim hips
They slipped with ease against her silky skin
And over her tight young cheeks
Then they tumbled quickly to her ankles
I kissed the small of her back
My lips brushing the downy hairs
And then I fondled her perfect round cheeks
I moved my hands up onto her hips as I stood
Then they moved across her soft flat belly
And upwards beneath her camisole
And cupped her firm little breasts
Teasing her nipples to erection
I kissed the nape of her neck, still caressing her breasts
Then I whispered in her ear
And she pulled her camisole off over her head
Naked and blushing she turned to look at me
And I kissed her mouth eagerly
Then I pushed her gently forward
So she would kneel on the bed
Then my hands moved back to her hips
As I bent her over at the waist
She was like putty to me totally compliant
I could have done anything I wanted, which I was about to do
I teased at her wet lips with my erection
Before thrusting into her
She gasped first in pain as I broke her hymen
Then again in pleasure as I thrust again more deeply
Her body ebbed and flowed with my rhythm
Until she came one, twice, three times
When I had finished I bent down and kissed the small of her back
Then picked up her panties and wiped myself with them
And discarded them on the bed next to her sweating body
And then I walked away whistling
VISION
Who is this vision in the summer’s light?
Adorned in cotton dress of white
Shrouded in the scents of summer days
The vision backlit by the summer rays
The sunlight makes her naked in my eyes
A vision of beauty under summer sky’s
MISS TUNNEY
Hey there Miss Tunney
You’re quite a honey
With a disposition sunny
And sense of humour, funny
So cute just like a bunny
I’d pay a deal of money
Just to taste your cunny
I WANTED HER
She crouched down, almost squatting
To stroke a small dog in the park
As she did her full buttocks
Strained the fabric of her shorts
And I wanted her
When she stood up
She through back her hair from her face
As she did the sunlight caught
The fine blonde strands
And I wanted her
She reached behind her head
To tie back her loose hair
Which pushed her breasts tightly
Against her cotton shirt
And I wanted her
She saw me looking at her
And smiled at me coyly
Then she waved to me, smiling
And I wanted her
Luckily she was my wife
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 to 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
YOU CAN RING MY BELL
Do you like making spoons in bed?
Or do you do it on all fours like beasts
Perhaps in the style of the missionaries
Or does she straddle you like a monkey on a stick?
Is she animated when you’re at it?
Thrashing about a lot
Or motionless like a resuscitation doll
Maybe you have her with trembling knees against a wall?
Mounting her roughly from behind
What about the wheelbarrow?
Have you tried that position?
Maybe bondage or spanking is your thing?
Do you play two way family favorites?
Kissing the inside of her milky white thigh
Before drinking from the velvet cup
Does she enjoy performing orally?
Is her behavior quite low, morally
Base and sluttish
Or is she prim and proper
Prudish about being rude-ish
Maybe it’s not what you do but who you do it with
Vampish or tarty, dumb or smarty
Clear complexioned or spotty
Level headed or dotty
Intelligently spectacled
Scantily clad in edibles
What about role playing and dressing up
Does she wear uniforms of cotton or serge?
And do you dress as a centurion
Or a gladiator
Do you play doctors and nurses?
Or vicars and tarts Master and slave
Butler and parlor maid
Teacher and pupil
Acting out fantasies of filth
Do you do it wearing a hat?
In German helmet and jack boots
Cross dressing perhaps
In a pencil skirt or floral dress
Leather goods or latex or pace
What about toys or sexual aids
No let’s not go there
What about swinging do you fancy that?
Arriving in a Porsche and going home in a Passat
Does she need to be of a certain physical type?
To be of the right dimensions?
Or proportions
Tall and pencil thin
Or perhaps pear shaped or round
An hour glass figure
Or a stick thin anorexic
A particular color eyes
Hair, long, short or none at all
Blonde, brunette or red
Body piercing?
A turn on? Or turn off?
Tattoo’s like wise
Do you like your beaver wild or tamed?
Does a Brazilian look too much like you need a swipe card?
And if it looks like Adolph Hitler’s moustache do you care
When her breasts are released are they like airbags deploying
Or are they small and pert just enough for toying
Are you fussy about her appearance?
Or is a pulse all she needs
Perhaps you’re not even that fussy
Is she noisy when you’re on the nest?
Perhaps that’s what you like the best
Once she’s warmed up do you make her bellow?
So you have to turn her over and make her bite the pillow?
What about location does it matter where it’s done
Do you like it to be a public place?
When she’s sitting on your face
Do you like it al fresco in the woods or maybe the park
Or does a dog sniffing your bum put you off your stroke
At someone’s party under a pile of coats
At the cinema or theatre
Out back in a dark alley way
In the car? We’ve all done it there
All around the house in the bathroom and on the stair
Well you can do it in the hall or on the kitchen table
Even on the toilet if she doesn’t care
It doesn’t matter what you do to ring each others bell
Or where you ring it bloody hell
Just as long as all party’s are willing and able
That’s the best thing of all and the most important
And the most exiting when she tells you yes
BERNADETTE FROM BLACKHEATH
I remember my very first girlfriend
Bernadette O’Flahety was her name
She was ever so slightly unattractive
But she was my girlfriend all the same
She was considered quite the looker
Where she was born in Blackheath
Despite the very large warty nose
With the ginger moustache beneath
She did have a face like a smashed crab
Or perhaps like a bag full of spanners
She had tufts of red hair under her arms
Like a pair of nesting ginger hamsters
They say that beauty is only skin deep
So she must have had hers on inside out
She’d a funny eye so that one looked
At you and the other seeked you out
She was best viewed in a dimmed light
Preferably from distance to be unkind
It was best not to see her naked form
But tackle her in the dark from behind
She had hairy legs and even hairy nipples
Her shape wasn’t curves so much as sags
She carried at least three spare tyres
And had breasts like roof tiler's nail bags
Bernadette's complexion resembled
Two week old cold lumpy porridge
She had Denis Healy bushy eyebrows
Accentuating the prominent ridge
She was older than me by a little bit
And she had been around the block
And it would be more than fair to say
She had too many miles on the clock
Bernadette was a bit of an old banger
You could say in more way than one
But on a those long cold dark nights
She was also a real bundle of fun
My brother said unkindly, the poor girl
Must have fallen from the ugly tree
And making matters worse she had hit
On the way down a branch or three
The excessive cellulite on her thighs
Made them look and feel like tripe
She had a number of boils and sores
And her skin was of the greasy type
And yes its true that she did have a face
Like a well smacked arse bless her
Or a bulldog chewing a wasp but then
I was no oil painting or Adonis either
And perhaps she was not what a mother
Would want to chose for her son
But Bernadette was quite acceptable
For a shy young man to practice on
SPANISH EYES
I sat drinking black coffee alone in the café
I noticed her instantly as she entered
powerless my eyes, like magnets were drawn
towards the striking young woman’s beauty, her hair
black as a raven’s wing caressed the dark
skin of her shoulders, its dark lustre framed
the simple beauty of her face, which I studied.
Firstly her full moist lipped smile, the delicate
curve of her nose and finally the depth of her
dark brown eyes, she looked back at me holding
my gaze, as if reading my thoughts and touching my soul.
My eyes wandered the soft brown nakedness
of her neck and shoulders until reaching
her bountiful breasts where white lace fringed
their fullness, her smile broadened and her
cheeks flushed as if she could feel the stirring of
my loins, she turned away and I continued my
journey, the cloth of her trousers fitted her
firm buttocks like a second skin hugging
her contours as I wanted to. As she sat down
opposite me my gaze once more returned
to the plumpness of her fine young breasts as they
rearranged themselves within their lacy
confines. Then our eyes met again and she
smiled knowing my thoughts and revelling in
them. She paused and opened her bag and
took out a cigarette and holding it
in her slender fingers for a moment
before placing it between her moist lips
envying its intimacy as I lit it
I bought her coffee and we talked and laughed
drank more coffee talked and laughed some more
Although her fine young body gave rise to sighs
I was held captive by her Spanish eyes
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