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All right, friends! I don't have a lot of time to write these days, so instead I'd like to read... Please, dears, write me something incredibly sexy. I want it raunchy but CLASSY, steamy but not pornographic, and without the use of the words cock, cunt, clit, dick, pussy, snazz, twat, quinny, beaver, cum, skeet, jizpie hole, donut driver, potty plunger, etc., etc. So please, make my toes curl with excitement before I hand it over to my conservative yet sassy 83-year-old grandmother. I'd like to see her giggle and blush, but not scream in terror. Have fun!
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All right, friends! I don't have a lot of time to write these days, so instead I'd like to read... Please, dears, write me something incredibly sexy. I want it raunchy but CLASSY, steamy but not pornographic, and without the use of the words cock, cunt, clit, dick, pussy, snazz, twat, quinny, beaver, cum, skeet, jizpie hole, donut driver, potty plunger, etc., etc. So please, make my toes curl with excitement before I hand it over to my conservative yet sassy 83-year-old grandmother. I'd like to see her giggle and blush, but not scream in terror. Have fun!
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Bunny

Twinkle Toes

Drifting soft

Down the aisles

Like a singular 

Sprite...

...Bring this

Glad heart to

A boil, as 

I thaw at this sight...

...Of your Mambo in

Motion...

Foxy bottom on

Point!...

Moving like your on

Fire!...

Flushing up like a

Match!...

...Seldom pause

From your

Tapping,

As I bat a free

Lash

At your in concert

Gestures,

And your unequaled

Charm...

Plunging throughout

My night dream!....

...Rising up from

The pool

Of a sensual

Memory

That I keep close

By rule...

...All the droplets of

Water 

Clinging onto

Bare skin...

How I adore you!...

...Wishing that you'd

Appear...

As my love has grown

Hungry,

And you chase back

My fear...

Sweet treasure of

Nature!...

My love, and my 

Curse...

...What we shared

Is forever!...

By Heart's language

You're versed...

© 

2017

Bunny Villaire

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All right, friends! I don't have a lot of time to write these days, so instead I'd like to read... Please, dears, write me something incredibly sexy. I want it raunchy but CLASSY, steamy but not pornographic, and without the use of the words cock, cunt, clit, dick, pussy, snazz, twat, quinny, beaver, cum, skeet, jizpie hole, donut driver, potty plunger, etc., etc. So please, make my toes curl with excitement before I hand it over to my conservative yet sassy 83-year-old grandmother. I'd like to see her giggle and blush, but not scream in terror. Have fun!
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CattyKoala

sweetness and delight

Oh baby

take my breath away.

Fill our private moments

with whispering,

sweet nothings and nonsense.

Let your tongue speak sweetly

in the language of lovers,

tracing tingles and temptation along my lips.

uncover me slowly,

leaving the words to drift away;

let's explore our bodies and what they have to say.

I give myself to you unfettered,  

bare,  my naked truth

yearns for your touch,  skin to skin.  Nay, 

I long for us to do what dreams

have danced within our fantasies

to make them real,  tangible and felt

For us to drown our wet

swim in an ocean's agitation.

Feel your sea in me,  coming in waves

let us sway and rock,  

making love;  all night long, 

then sleep in spoons till morning rises

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All right, friends! I don't have a lot of time to write these days, so instead I'd like to read... Please, dears, write me something incredibly sexy. I want it raunchy but CLASSY, steamy but not pornographic, and without the use of the words cock, cunt, clit, dick, pussy, snazz, twat, quinny, beaver, cum, skeet, jizpie hole, donut driver, potty plunger, etc., etc. So please, make my toes curl with excitement before I hand it over to my conservative yet sassy 83-year-old grandmother. I'd like to see her giggle and blush, but not scream in terror. Have fun!
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Elixir

Let me drink from your fountain

Cover my lips with your sweetness

Dance upon my full blossom

Pour your elixir down on me

Make me shine and glisten

Look deep into my eyes

Speak your words with deep conviction

Let your lips spill my soul

Tour the landscape that is mine

Open the doors to the floodgates

Rise upon my pure passion

Each step this path takes

Rain soaks the warmth

Never will we look back

Forever we will drink our hearts

Yes pour your nectar on my lips

Take all of me in your grip

Over and over we will

Dance in the rain

Of your elixir

That I will find

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All right, friends! I don't have a lot of time to write these days, so instead I'd like to read... Please, dears, write me something incredibly sexy. I want it raunchy but CLASSY, steamy but not pornographic, and without the use of the words cock, cunt, clit, dick, pussy, snazz, twat, quinny, beaver, cum, skeet, jizpie hole, donut driver, potty plunger, etc., etc. So please, make my toes curl with excitement before I hand it over to my conservative yet sassy 83-year-old grandmother. I'd like to see her giggle and blush, but not scream in terror. Have fun!
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SteveScott

Sexy as...

She walked into the room and discovered that he was doing the dishes. 

.........................................................................................................................................

An excerpt from an article on sexiness by Janice Holly Booth: "For men who are looking to increase their sexual activity, it isn’t getting in shape or becoming a better conversationalist that offers the greatest likelihood for more lovemaking; it’s—astonishingly—marriage and household chores. Psychologist and couples expert John Gottman, Ph.D., has studied the effect of shared housework on a couple’s sexual frequency. When men contribute to housework and child care, Gottman observed, their partners see them as sexy, and they reap the benefits of that by having more sex than couples in which the men are chore-free."

That's what I'm talking about. Yessssssss.

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All right, friends! I don't have a lot of time to write these days, so instead I'd like to read... Please, dears, write me something incredibly sexy. I want it raunchy but CLASSY, steamy but not pornographic, and without the use of the words cock, cunt, clit, dick, pussy, snazz, twat, quinny, beaver, cum, skeet, jizpie hole, donut driver, potty plunger, etc., etc. So please, make my toes curl with excitement before I hand it over to my conservative yet sassy 83-year-old grandmother. I'd like to see her giggle and blush, but not scream in terror. Have fun!
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Vyxyn

Snake Charmer

The beat of ancient drums

The sounds of ancient flutes

Scantily clad in the sheerest

clothing, wearing chains and bells

I writhe in an alluring way

I dance with the Cobra

Our moves in sequence

I charm him he charms me

I feel his strength in ecstasy

As we sway to the rhythm the music calls

I look square into his eyes as I possess

Gently do I stroke and caress

Then with all his might, he jumps

at me and thrusts with all his fervor

Then he spits his venom at me

The music still playing exhausted are we

And the snake?

He could not resist my charms.

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All right, friends! I don't have a lot of time to write these days, so instead I'd like to read... Please, dears, write me something incredibly sexy. I want it raunchy but CLASSY, steamy but not pornographic, and without the use of the words cock, cunt, clit, dick, pussy, snazz, twat, quinny, beaver, cum, skeet, jizpie hole, donut driver, potty plunger, etc., etc. So please, make my toes curl with excitement before I hand it over to my conservative yet sassy 83-year-old grandmother. I'd like to see her giggle and blush, but not scream in terror. Have fun!
Appleby

Feast of Flesh

Sugar lips. 

Peach bottom.

Abs glistening in sweat that roll like honey biscuits

Champagne tingles - you know where. 

Banana curves and firm, juicy flesh

Hidden beneath the thin skin of a grape.

Skin soft like white dough

And smooth like neufchatel cheese

Grate it with your nails. 

Scratch deep, hard, and savagely.

Taste the moist cake of my body. 

Suck the salt from me 

Drink deep. Swallow.

Crawl up over succulent 

Thick, thick drumsticks

Reach past wishbone hips and 

Pause . . . there, and

Caress the space between the hanging bones.

Make a wish. But push instead of pulling.

Lay me out on your table. 

Grab, scratch, grasp, bite

Away the tablecloth. 

At museums, they tell you not to touch.

There are no such rules in my kitchen.

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All right, friends! I don't have a lot of time to write these days, so instead I'd like to read... Please, dears, write me something incredibly sexy. I want it raunchy but CLASSY, steamy but not pornographic, and without the use of the words cock, cunt, clit, dick, pussy, snazz, twat, quinny, beaver, cum, skeet, jizpie hole, donut driver, potty plunger, etc., etc. So please, make my toes curl with excitement before I hand it over to my conservative yet sassy 83-year-old grandmother. I'd like to see her giggle and blush, but not scream in terror. Have fun!
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EriduSerpent

Endless (some of it)

Taking a deep breath of evening air I wandered into the herb garden, the heady scent of lavender, mint and thyme hung heavy, everywhere was still except for an owl up in the trees. I greeted him “Hello Mr Owl are you out to catch a mouse tonight,” I asked. Of course, it did not reply, it simply screeched and swooped landing in yet another tree. I left the herb garden and walked down the lane, I hadn´t planned to go far but it was such a lovely night. It wasn´t long before I found myself in the wood, so I decided to go and sit on the mossy rock by the stream.

I sat listening to the frogs calling to one another, I remembered how I´d sat there many times feeling alone as a child. It was such a serene place, before long I found myself feeling sleepy so I lay back on the rock as I´d done so many times before. I drifted off into a peaceful sleep; I began to dream of Anton.

I felt him walk up behind me, so I sat up. He whispered “My darling Eden I suspected you´d be here again” Gently he moved my hair off my shoulder and I felt the warmth of his breath on my neck. My body shivered with delight, gently he kissed my skin and it felt as though my whole body was going to melt away.

Then I felt one of his hands as it reached round and began to unbutton my nightgown, slowly he slipped his hand inside and cupped my breast. Passionately he kissed my neck; he worked his body round and kissed my face, his fingertips squeezing my nipple gently.

I kissed him hungrily and we lay back on the rock together, he unbuttoned my nightgown more and then I felt his mouth devouring my breasts, it was wonderful. I gripped at his head and tried to pull him back up to my mouth, but he was intent in staying where he was. I pulled at his shirt until he lifted it above his head, throwing it to the ground, his hard bare torso now in my hands.

We kissed more, and then once again he worked his way down to my breasts, this time I felt his hand go under my gown and on to my inner thigh. Before long, Anton’s hands were all over me and I could feel him touching places I dared not even touch myself.

Slowly he made his way down to my navel, I felt him lift my gown and he started greedily kissing my flesh. His frenzied mouth reached my vagina and did not stop, I felt his tongue inside of me and it was like nothing I´d ever felt before. I moaned with pleasure and sheer delight, I gripped at his back, pulling his mouth deeper inside of me.

As I did so I felt marks on his skin, long scars on his back, as soon as I touched them he reached up and returned my hands to his head. His tongue went in and out of me, deeper and deeper, my body convulsing repeatedly, until I felt a wave of energy throughout my entire being. He lapped at me and drank me up; I lay back exhausted and oddly ashamed at what my body had done. Then in my dream, I drifted off into a fatigued sleep.

When I awoke, I couldn´t believe what I´d dreamt, it had felt so real, my body felt different, I was soaked in perspiration, my hair dishevelled I looked down and to my surprise the buttons on my nightgown were indeed undone, I quickly did them back up.

Had I dreamt this I thought or had it happened? I tried to recall every second of my dream, it felt so real, but then I remembered how in my dream I had touched Anton’s back. I remembered the scars I had felt and I definitely did not recall seeing them that day at the mill. Therefore, it must have been a dream after all, a very vivid but enjoyable dream. Suddenly I began to feel ashamed once more and I picked myself up off the rock and scampered quickly back home.

How could a dream have been so real, I was so wet, my body still tingled, parts of me were still on fire, but I was certain Anton had no scars on his back? I´d watched him dress, and when I say watched I mean intently, his skin was perfect, like polished mahogany

There was only one explanation, hysteria; so obviously consumed with passion for Anton, I had actually imagined doing these disgraceful things with him. What sort of a lady was I? After all I´d said to Mary about minding her thoughts, I had fantasised things that were far more sinful.

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All right, friends! I don't have a lot of time to write these days, so instead I'd like to read... Please, dears, write me something incredibly sexy. I want it raunchy but CLASSY, steamy but not pornographic, and without the use of the words cock, cunt, clit, dick, pussy, snazz, twat, quinny, beaver, cum, skeet, jizpie hole, donut driver, potty plunger, etc., etc. So please, make my toes curl with excitement before I hand it over to my conservative yet sassy 83-year-old grandmother. I'd like to see her giggle and blush, but not scream in terror. Have fun!
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Fortbruce

Symphony of the Soul

You stand before me statuesque

Silhouetted in the moonlight

Your bare form a dark shadow

In the moonlit night air

I drink deep your intoxicating beauty

Then you raise your arms together

A slowly dance in a slow twirl

To some unheard music of the night

Beckoning to me to join you

In your nocturnal waltz of the moon

Together in the moonlight we dance

To music only we can hear

Your warm chest against my skin

Hard tips pressing in

My organ playing & dances to your music

A new tune of its own creation

Felt upon your soft form

The tickle of its keys

Looking in my eyes

Whirling around again

Dropping to your knees

To join this organ in its dance

There in the moonlight

All the stars watching

The organ plays into your hungry symphony hall

Suckling like a hungry baby

Upon a mothers breast

Concerns and stress melt away forgotten

Feeling safe and at home there

Relaxed at peace and very secure

This feeling is so right and pure

Your poetic expression on oral display

If only this singing could last all night and day

Why this act of love completes you

Perhaps you may never really know

But when this organ finally feeds you

There's a sense of gratification

Well being and satisfaction from head to toe

You are the musician and I your instrument

Playing upon this organ your musical pleasures

To play this instrument to its climax

Then feast upon the reward you treasure

Together we play our symphony

Composed together on this instrument of your pleasure

Singing a sweet refrain to treasure

Resounding chords in your throat

When you start to feel that climax approach

The moment those notes of pleasure hit your tongue

Is the moment you finally come

Until the flow of music is done

A symphony in oral pleasure

The music for every release

Beckons you onward to sing a refrain

An orgasmic symphony repeated in every release

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All right, friends! I don't have a lot of time to write these days, so instead I'd like to read... Please, dears, write me something incredibly sexy. I want it raunchy but CLASSY, steamy but not pornographic, and without the use of the words cock, cunt, clit, dick, pussy, snazz, twat, quinny, beaver, cum, skeet, jizpie hole, donut driver, potty plunger, etc., etc. So please, make my toes curl with excitement before I hand it over to my conservative yet sassy 83-year-old grandmother. I'd like to see her giggle and blush, but not scream in terror. Have fun!
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jboulette5671

Distraction Satisfaction

Exhausted from my work day filled

With biting, pooping children killed

My libido until, while putting away clothes

I was reminded of my device, "I suppose,"

I whispered to myself, "I'll indulge my spot."

It didn't take long for it- and me- to get hot

I recalled my long neglected trigger zone

And sent shivers and shudders to every bone

I moaned at the ecstasy my interlude brought

About shopping lists, work day stresses I forgot

Dripping wet, my cheeks blushing pink

I washed my tool off in the bathroom sink

Once done, I finished organizing drawers

And resumed all my good wifely chores

Content in the knowledge C battery power

Is available to me at any stressful hour

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All right, friends! I don't have a lot of time to write these days, so instead I'd like to read... Please, dears, write me something incredibly sexy. I want it raunchy but CLASSY, steamy but not pornographic, and without the use of the words cock, cunt, clit, dick, pussy, snazz, twat, quinny, beaver, cum, skeet, jizpie hole, donut driver, potty plunger, etc., etc. So please, make my toes curl with excitement before I hand it over to my conservative yet sassy 83-year-old grandmother. I'd like to see her giggle and blush, but not scream in terror. Have fun!
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AJDus

At First Blush

   The two chased each other through the sky for so long that they might have inspired the sun and moon. Who pursued whom? Without her, he felt there was not much to see. Although their orbit held for what seemed like an eternity, they had exchanged names only a couple of hours prior. Breathless and flushed, they now found their beloved painfully closer than ever before.

   They had joked their way to his apartment for hot coffee, knowing full well that neither of them indulged. His fingers fished through her hair in search of tender skin at the nape of her neck as soon as she cleared the door. She moans softly into his mouth met with his long craved touch. A drunken stare creeps across her face as she pulls back to gape at his lips. He drinks her in again as he had since the beginning. Another eternity would pass before she lost her place in their sky.

  Their clothes lie scattered, painting a trail down the hallway from the kitchen to the bedroom. Gooseflesh erupted under that tender touch as he praised her body like an effigy. She quivered, with each thrum of his fingers drawing a delighted moan. He fed ravenously on the pleasure that he could not help but build. Each stroke pulled them closer until all that stood between them was the desire that propelled them across the starless sky.