courtesy Facebook kindles being on cloud nine

After receiving friend request invitation

courtesy femme fatale,

an immediate and instantaneous

invisible chemical romance transpires

within the body, mind, and spirit of mein,

a boyish, coy, erudite married sexagenarian

to submissively surrender himself

as a willing subject awaiting

abduction at cunt point,

and breast easy while

role playing "slave" and "master"

witnesses yours truly

binding and pledging

allegiance into thralldom.

In reality, I mimic

mild mannered modesty of Clark Kent,

each of us, whose aura, dogma,

enigma, karma and persona, et cetera

rather (rat a tat tat)

humdrum demeanor mellow fellow

long in the tooth, though I wear dentures -

thank you periodontal disease

diagnosed when less than thirty

racked up orbitz around sun,

or the half life of Matthew Scott Harris,

who experienced significant oral agony

throughout his threescore and six years

courtesy donning braces

(on two separate occasions) ,

getting healthy and local

and wisdom teeth extracted

due to overcrowding, and last

but not least maxillary osteotomy.

Upon first blush,

a veritable stranger

(hypothetically say an attractive fecund woman

of no particular age, creed, ethnicity,

gender affiliation, intelligence,

nationality, race, religion, et cetera)

would never in a million years guess

writer of these words to entertain

such, what some conservative

trumpeting republican might hashtag

as aberrant deviant sexual behavior -

and truth be told mien

strait laced heterosexual,

Norwegian bachelor farmer habitués -

especially behind closed doors of the boudoir

never incorporated anything outrageous,

but on an instantaneous whim

just came upon such out of character antics.

As a last resort,

I would settle for a nice Jewish orthodox girl,

who goes to synagogue,

likes to play board games,

take long walks along a short pier,

converse about climatological,

ideological, theological, et cetera questions

and generally down plays aesthetic appeal

versus emphasizing the intellect,

cuz rarely if ever did boyish good looks

drew the attention of one

extremely introverted, outwardly

socially withdrawn lad, who slunk along

the hallways with head down in an effort

to appear invisible, (and resorted

to anorexia nervosa to cease growing,

which merely stunted development

of body, mind, and spirit,

thus explaining an attempt

to compensate for a "lost" requisite phase

such as experiencing the dating game,

and truth be told, I overcame shyness

after learning about powder milk biscuits,

when a lovely gal named MaryAnn Sage

endured first fumbling intimate encounter

of mine capped with premature ejaculation.

I would embellish more,

but the missus pesters me

to access Tubi web page

since we only own this one MacBook Pro laptop,

but cello phone the next best alternative.

I crawl towards the table, bare except for the collar around my throat. You direct me to climb onto the table. I lick my lips in anxious anticipation as to what might lay ahead. You order me to assume the Nadu position. I kneel on top of the table, facing my Master, my head held high and my eyes downcast, I spread my knees wide open, pushing my shoulders back while arching my back back slightly, my breasts thrust outward. I place my hands on my thighs, palms facing upward, waiting in supplication. He steps forward and slaps my breasts, first one and then the other. The outline of his fingers are visible instantly on my pale skin. I have no doubt this is only the beginning as the night is still young. The onslaught begins As his hands slap down on my bare breasts, the sound of flesh on flesh filling the room of onlookers. I struggle to maintain my position and not pull away, my instinct is to pull away, but at the same time, I also push my breasts forward, eager for the pain as my pleasure builds. His hands shoot forward and grab my nipples between his fingers. He twists hard, pulling them away from my body at the same time. I can’t help myself, a yelp poos out of my mouth. He raises an eyebrow at me. I know that look, it’s his ’Really? look. I close my mouth tight. Rookie mistake. He reaches down and grabs a clothes peg from beside the table. He again pulls my nipple out and at the furthest point he lets the clip close, right on the tip where it will hurt the most. As he releases that breast, he reaches instantly for the next clothes peg. He smiles as he grabs my other nipple and clamps it in the same way. I sit as still as I can but I feel my wetness growing. His Hand disappears again and reappears with a leather paddle in his hand. He rains down blows on me alternating between one breast and then the other. I feel myself rising up onto my knees. Leaning into the paddle. Savouring it’s burn. He places one hand on my head and shoves me back down to kneeling. He lays down the paddle and shoves two fingers into my cunt. What he finds there must please him as he smiles, withdraws them and slides them into my mouth to lick clean. He orders me to lean back and lie down. I don’t know what the night will hold but I can feel the tension of the onlookers, awaiting the next move.

He signals for someone to join us on stage. I recognise her face from being around the club, but this is the first time I’ve seen her on stage. My master grabs the step stool and places it at the top end of the table. Su Lee climbs the stairs and straddles me. She lowers her bare cunt onto my face, her ass in my eyeballs. I lick my lips. It’s been awhile since I’ve had the opportunity to eat another woman and I look forward to showing off my skills. I wrap my arms around her thighs and pull her closer. I begin to lap at her lips, darting my tongue only briefly inside of her, awaiting the swelling of her lips. I lightly flick my tongue over her clit, enjoying the momentary teasing. As I tighten my grip on her thighs, I really start to go to town, licking, sucking, nipping ever so slightly, enjoying the sounds emitting from Su Lee. I in crease my speed as well as my depth as I probe further inside of her, caressing her inside and out with my tongue. The taste of her is so sweet on my lips and tongue, I go into a feeding frenzy. Su Lee starts writhing above me.

I abruptly gasp as I feel a tongue dart into my cunt. It was unexpected, but the mouth on me is so warm and wet. It feel so good as it glides over my most sensitive areas. I feel my body trying to push down harder, to drive the tongue deeper. I feel pain as the slap makes contact with my breasts close to the clothes pegs. It serves its purpose and I set my attention back on the pussy sitting on my face. I dive in with renewed vigour but the tongue on my lips are really starting to drive me crazy. Whoever is down there has some serious skills of their own. I try to focus. I want to do a good job and nothing short of causing a few orgasms will please my Master. As I feel my own desire grow, I know I won’t be allowed release if I’ve not yet granted such pleasure to Su Lee. I dig in, driven by my own growing need. As I suck in her clit and lightly bite down, she screams as an orgasm rocks through her body and her spray comes flying out all over my face. This doesn’t deter me but only eggs me on for more. I shove my face deep into her pussy and as I feel her leg muscles start to tense again towards that moment of release, I feel another weight atop my body.

The mystery was solved quickly as I felt something slide onto my chest and my breasts squeezed tight together. I suspected that was my Master. He loves a good tit fuck. I smile to myself and refocus my efforts on Su Lee. She’s frantic now, bouncing up and down on my tongue and face I try to hold her near, but her orgasms are now coming thick and heavy. I’m so grateful as I can feel my own peak nearing and there’s no way I’m going to be allowed to come if she isn’t fully sated first. My tempo increases as her moaning becomes incoherent. As she comes hard yet again, spraying and drenching my whole face. She falls back on her heels, effectively blinding me, but I’m guessing she’s had enough. My attention shifts to the cock sliding between my breasts. With each thrust, the pegs jiggle causing small shockwaves of pain and pleasure to course through me. I buck blindly trying to get closer to the tongue invading my cunt while offering up myself to the man fucking my tits. He begins to speed up, a wicked self-satisfies smile spreads across my face. It won’t be long now. He’s really ramming himself enjoying the friction on the fly. I bite down on my lower lip as once again, I feel the tongue below perform a deep dive on me. Just as my back arches up, he drops my breasts and shoots his load all over my face to join the wetness already there. He sits back and returns to slapping my breasts. My lower body jerks under the weight of his body above me. I know I can’t hold off much longer. I begin to beg and plead. Please, pleases, please, sir, May I come please? Please May I come. I need to, please sir. My words spill over one another as I whimper and moan. My body jerking crazily, trying to hold back until I get permission to come. Then I hear it, the countdown begins. 5, 4, 3. I know that when he gets to zero, I will be allowed to come. The focus in my mind Ive been trying to hold onto so tightly, I release into the haze of subspace, feeling the pain as flesh hits flesh across my breasts. I let loose the grip Ive had on my lower body as it rides the tongue bringing me so much pleasure. Such amazing sensations. 2, 1, COME FOR ME BITCH, he commands and at that precise moment, he pulls off the clips and the tongue leaves me as a fist rams all the way into me. I scream as I buck the weight off my chest as my orgasm floods out of me, my spray shooting out at high speed. I feel my Master kneel up on his knees, and the room explodes into applause as my screams are still echoing around the room. As I fall back, I can almost picture him there, kneeling over me, hands in the air and accepting the appreciation of the audience. I softly whisper, thank you, sir, and I’m gone.

Slave for sale.

Goimg cheap.

Not for the faint of heart

Demanding

Harsh

Unfeeling

Inconsiderate

Maybe it’s best to just scrap it

Oh fuck. I woke up this morning and read your message. My mouth went dry. I skipped back to your recorded message of the night before and I went wet. I could feel my heartbeat racing and my need growing. Still, I did need to get to work soon. I popped into the shower and washed my hair and put in the conditioner. As I did so, from time to time my hand would dip lower and pinch, pull and twist one nipple and then the other. I close my eyes and just let my body take in only the sensations going through me. I grab my phone and I put your message on loop. I change the shower head to pulsate and a directed stream. I hold my cunt lips open and begin the assault on my pussy that you own. Almost immediately, an orgasm grants me release. More. I want more. I keep my hand steady where it is and I can feel my body tense, naturally going into a crouched position, my legs splayed open. I scream as another orgasm follows on the heels of the first, and then another and another. I can feel my brain going away, no thinking, no talking. Just the sound of your voice, telling me again and again to come. I yell as the orgasms just keep coming. I hear myself start to mutter. ‘Oh please sir, yes sir, let me come sir, fuck me sir, do it, do it, please sir, let me come, let me come for you, fuck your whore, fuck me.’ The orgasms are coming fast and furious, each one growing in intensity. Still my mantra continues. Oh god, I can feel it, my body preparing itself for a massive orgasm, I beg, I plead, I am desperate to come for you and for me. I go up on my toes. My whole body is ready, reaching and reaching, feeling that need approaching and becoming more intense, sitting on the edge, just waiting and then, as it hits I scream. I scream out to you, begging you, thanking you, I can feel the spray shoot out of me, mixing with the water in the tub heading down the drain. I fall to my knees, shower head still in hand. I’m panting, I hear your voice, telling me to breathe, I let my head flop down, I reach across and swap the knobs to the overhead, letting my arm drop to my side, but your voice is still in my head. I can hear it there. Echoing around my brain, the question you ask of me? ‘Have you hurt for me today, slut?’

With a light whimper, I swap back to the handheld shower head, I target the shower head back to my swollen, red, undeniably used cunt. The minute the water hits, another orgasm flies through me, like it was just there, waiting in the wings, knowing I’d not satisfied you, nor me. One after another they rip through my body. I’ve lost count long ago. I feel my body trembling, no, shaking, coming again and again. Each time, I beg more earnestly, more frantically. ’Please sir, oh fuck, yes sir, oh hell, come, come, come, fuck me fuck me please sir let me me oh fuck sir sir sir please, I become incoherent and words fly through my mind, my brain doesn’t even acknowledge them, they’re merely in transit from my lips to your ears. The pain starts to blend with the pleasure, my overaroused cunt is screaming to be left alone, at peace, or is that just me. I no longer know or care, I just let my body handle everything. Again, here it comes, a massive orgasm, building, pushing, forcing my legs as far apart as the tub will allow me. I am poised on the edge of a cliff, ready to fall. No, wanting to fall, to depart and just be with the air. My orgasm hits and I spray once again, my whole body gyrating, grasping each sensation but equally trying to run away from it. Wave after wave, animalistic noises issue from my mouth, I grunt and scream and low and bellow again and again, it’s not stopping. The pain, the pleasure, hand in hand a type of sweet torture that assaults all of my senses. I can no longer see or hear. I feel. Just feel with the constant babble in the backround, a frenzy of some sort, like a buzzing in my ears. As the last of the spray leaves me, I collapse forward into the bathtub. How long I lay there, Ive no idea. I slowly come back to myself, I’m cold, freezing cold. The tap, but no. Hair. The word pops in and then out. I hold the means of my demise over my head and rinse out the conditioner. I push against the tub and manage to flip ungraciously backwards until I’m sitting in the tub, braced my the back. I breathe. I try to focus. Clean. I reach to the left and find the soap there. I manage to make an attempt to clean myself. Then run the ice cold water all over me, rinsing the soap foam off of me. I drop the shower head and push up with all my strength, which isn’t much at this point, and manage to return to a standing position. I turn off the water, wrap a towel around me. Make my way to the bed. I drop there, curl into a ball, quickly think better of it as my engorged cunt protests. I roll my hips so they are as far over as I can get them, I spread my legs wide, letting air get to my lips. I sleep.

‘I’m horny. Kneel by my bed and give my cock a home for a while.’

‘Now that, sir, is definitely in my skill set. I will happily do that, sir.’

’Good slut. I want to feel my cock hit the back of your throat.’

I lower myself to my hands and knees and crawl across to you, my breasts dangling and swinging as I approach. I get to the side of your bed and rise up on my knees. I present my breasts to you, hands behind my back, chest thrust forward, knowing just how much you like to keep them bruised and sensitive. ‘Would you like me to fetch you anything, sir, or would you like to use your hand? Or maybe I should wrap them around your cock, sir?’

You lift one, thoughtfully, then bring your hand down flat on it, over the top, a bloom of red instantly appearing. You begin to slowly rwin blows down; sometimes over the top of my breasts, sometimes under, hard enough to lift them up. Sometimes the blows fall right across my nipples. A moan of pleasure fills the air as I relish each blow. I edge closer, wanting more. Your pace picks up and the marks begin to show. I glance down and smile. Marks of your ownership. The room echoes with the sound of flesh on flesh.

You grab my head and shove your cock into my mouth in one deft move. I love it when you fuck my mouth, the way it fills me. You hold my head there, and I struggle to breathe as you hold your cock deep in the back of my throat. The grip of your fingers in my hair holding the back of my head in place, not letting me pull away. You pull out and strings of your come cover me. You smear it all over my face.

You leave me there, covered in it. I wait in anticipation, hoping that you will use me again, having me rub your cum in each time you use me. Each time, the cum covers somewhere else on my body until I’m coated in you. Smell of you. Am yours.

Later, after fucking my mouth, you command me not to swallow, but instead letting it run back out of my mouth, down my chin. As it does so, you have me run it into my neck and chest. Another coating.

There’s a knock at the door. Your friend sticks his head around. He smiles at the scene in front of him. ‘I’ve always wondered what it would be like to fuck those big, beautiful, bruised breasts. May I?’ You wave him in. I crawl forward, undo his trousers and pull them down. He deftly steps out of them, his rock hard cock peeking out of the top of his pants. I grab those with my teeth and slide them down, leaving his cock bobbing in front of me. I kneel in front of him and wrap my generous breasts around his cock and slide them back and forth between them, gliding, sliding. As his cock pops through my cleavage, I lick the tip and try to draw it into my mouth. As my tempo increases, I can feel his leg muscles begin to tense. All the sudden pain rears on my ass. My master has grabbed his single tail and is encouraging me to greater effort. I try to focus, but my whole body begins to gyrate. I hear a low keening and realise it’s not me, but him. In just a few strokes, his Cock spits out large globs of come all over my breasts. He falls back on the bed. My master commands me to rub his friend’s come into my breasts. I rapidly comply as the single tail continues to lick at my ass. Every stroke stoking my desire, bringing me closer to the edge.

The single tail stops and I feel my hair being grabbed. He turns me around by my hair and shoves me down on the bed. Whether it was watching the scene before him or enjoying the smoothness of his single tail across my ass, he is aroused again. He pulls me by my legs to the edge of the bed and buries himself deep inside of me. Again and again, he pounds into me, and with each drive, I feel the sting of my ass against the duvet. It only makes it sweeter. He is a man possessed as he speeds up, his girth feeling as if it’s splitting me. I start to beg, to plead for him to let me come, but tonight isn’t about me. It’s about him. He pulls out and sprays me with his come, covering my stomach. Without being told, I rub it in. Covered in him, smelling of him, his.

I awaken later. I’ve no idea how much time has passed. I can feel them, one on each side of me. Spooned warmly between them. I can feel a semi-hard cock against my ass. I push back against it, grinding my ass against it. As I do so, I reach around and grab the cock to my other side, I start stroking it, twisting my hand as it glides up and down the length of him. Increasing and decreasing the pressure as I play. ‘You’d think she would have had enough, but clearly not. What a greedy little slut I own.’ He grabs me by the hips and pulls me up onto my knees. He walks around and shoved his cock into my mouth. I take him in, all the way to his base, I knead his balls in my hand. He pulls out and I roll over, taking his balls into my mouth, sucking, savouring. For a few moments, he enjoys my mouth, but then he flips me back over and without hesitation, slams into my ass, driving hard, running his hand over the marks he’s left crisscrossing my ass. ’Feel free to use her mouth, it’s free. However, when you come I want you to do something for me.’ Some unspoken communication flies between them, but I’m none the wiser. I open my mouth and let his mate slide in. I worship his cock as if it were my Master’s licking, sucking, pumping, playing with his balls and that sensitive area just behind. The pace picks up as my Master reams my ass. I do my best to maintain the rhythm they’ve established. I am merely a vessel to be used and filled. ‘Now!’ He shouts. He pulls out and i can feel his come hitting my ass. At the same time, his mate pulls out of my mouth, pushes down my head and his come lands in my hair. ‘Rub it in, slut, both of them.’ I rise up on my knees And massage the come into my hair as if it were my shampoo, then I reach behind me and rub my Master’s come into my already burning cheeks. The salt burning a reminder of the single tail the night before. ‘And whose are you, whore?’

‘Yours, sir. All yours.’

‘Now, slut, I am likely to be running around a lot for the next while. Tell me, how would you masturbate for me in the bathtub if you really wanted to torture yourself for me?’

’Oh crud, Sir, let me see…I could only touch myself for three minutes at a time and then cannot touch myself for five? But during those five I may slap/spank/twist anything I so wish. Or you could include those in touching myself, forcing me to decide which to do for how long in the three minutes and then have to keep my hands away from my body for the next five. As most of my baths average an hour in length, if you’ve not popped back by the end of my bath, I’m allowed to finally come?’

‘That sounds terribly cruel to me, slut. I love it. I think the three minutes of touching and five minutes of keeping your hands away is the best way to torture you. Shall we begin? I expect you to put on quite a show for me.’

I slide down into the warm embrace of the bath. I let the water enfold me in its heat. I haven’t felt warm all day. My challenge? Where to start? Actually, it’s not much of a challenge at all. I grab my left nipple between my thumb and the knuckle of my index finger. I pull it away from me, and just thay slight pull causes my breathing to speed. I pinch down harder and knead the nipple, twisting and pulling. Each time, I add a little more force behind it. I tell myself that I won’t spend all three of my first minutes only on that nipple. I don’t want the right one to feel left out, but somehow, I can’t take my hand away. I close my eyes and just enjoy the strain of my flesh and the pleasure flowing into my body. I open my eyes only to discover my three minutes has passed.

Five minutes. How can five minutes seem so impossibly long? I stare at the time, urging it to speed up. It seems to take forever.

As I reach for myself, I needn’t have feared. My right nipple is already erect, awaiting its turn. I pinch it between my right thumb and the knuckle of my right finger but this time I squeeze as hard as I can. My feet push against the end of the tub as my arousal builds. I let up lightly on the pressure and instead pull on my nipple and twist it away from my body. My feet slide down to the bottom of the tub and I can feel my hips gently begin to rock. I know a wetness must be building, even if it’s camouflaged by the water of the bath. I look at the time, another three minutes has nearly gone. I squeeze down as hard as I can, biting down on my lower lip. With a mutter, I release my hold.

Damn! How fast does three minutes fly by. Why did I say five minutes between? Why did I only give myself three minutes? The questions are pointless as I know why. You wanted me to come up with a way to torture myself. Little did I realise how effective it would be.

I bring my knees in closer and push them against the side of the tub. I let my fingers wander down to my clit. With the first few flicks of my finger, I’m reminded instantly of my masturbation from the night before. My clit is still tender from the abuse rendering it hypersensitive. As my hips push up, my pubic hair is visible just through the bubbles of my bath. I must be gentle but this slow arousal is not to my liking. I want more. My hips start to rock. Regardless of the tenderness, I persist. The waves in the water giving away the speed of my desire. Slow down! Slow down! I repeat to myself. At this rate, you’ll be a wreck by the, by the, the thought is lost as I just keep flicking my clit. Damn clock!

Don‘t look at the clock. Don’t do it. It will only infuriate you. Still, I glance across. One minute. Only one minute has passed. Madness! That’s not possible. I try to do the maths to see if I’ve miscalculate, but with desire fogging my brain, it’s impossible.

I slide my hand down between my legs, bypassing your clit. I sneak my index finger into your cunt hole. The nature of the wetness leaves no doubt that this is not caused by the water in the bath. Usually, I’d not go this route. I know I prefer clitoral stimulation to penetration, but I knew you’d want to know if I was already creaming myself. I slide my index finger into my ass. Not something I‘ve done before and I instantly wonder why not. It feels so damn good. I pull my knees all the way up to my nipples, my fingers reaching deeper. I love the way it feels as my fingers pump in and out of me. Fuck! That’s my three minutes. I pull my hand free.

Desire is driving me. I want to touch myself. No. That’s not it. I need to touch myself. I can so easily push myself over that wall, to feel the sweet release wash over me and take me away. Now? Now!

I slide my hand back to your clit, I can’t resist it, but this time, I bring my knees up and in only a little so that as I flick and play with your clit, the waves created by my movement smack lithely against your cunt hole, teasing it, toying with it. My hand speeds up. I force my legs to stay in that same position. I don’t allow them any extra stimulation only the increase in waves teasing my entrance. I feel my hips wanting to push out, I know what I want. I want to feel the smack of a hand against my cunt. Your cunt. I want that burn, but I force my hand to stay where it is. I know if I take that step, if I give in, holding back is going to be that much harder. I glance at the clock. No!

My head thrashes back and forth. I can feel nothing but thay desire, pulsing through me, pushing on every nerve in my body. My legs rock back and forth. I keep a close eye on the clock. The minute those five minutes are past, I’m off. C’mon, c’mon, c’mon!

I must! I want! I throw my right leg over the side of the tub and brace my left leg against the lip of the tub on the left side. I press my shoulders into the front of the tub as I use my leg muscles to lift your cunt up into the air. With my left hand, I spread and hold open my cunt lips. I raise my right up into the air and with only a moment’s hesitation, bring it smacking down onto the exposed flesh. Yes! The word gets ground out between my teeth. I raise my hand again, and let it swing. Two, yes. Again, it goes up. Now, there is no pause, it swings down with force. Three. Fuck yes. The speed picks up. Four, yes, yes, please. Five. More, please more. Six. Harder. Please, sir, harder. As my eyes start to roll back, my eyes catch the time. No no no no no! I halt my hand.

Every inch of me is vibrating. I can’t stay still. So close, I’m so very close. Oh please, please, sir, let me. Let me touch myself early, please, please, please. The next few minutes are lost to me as the pleading fills all of my mind.

I flip over in the bath and try to grind into the bottom of the tub. It’s not enough. I have to have more. More! I roll over. My fingers fly to my clit and start stroking, flicking, pinching. I want you. Inside me. Now. I glance up. Yes! I rise up out of the tub, my fingers still flying and grab the back scrubber off of its hook. I lower myself into the water, a knee at a time so I don’t have to take my hand away. As soon as Ive reclined, I shove the handle of the back scrubber into my cunt and start pumping away with my left hand while stroking your clit with the right. Oh god yes. Fuck me sir! Fuck me! Hard! Slam into me! Harder! Harder! Yes! Yes! So so so. Yes so. Oh so. Oh oh oh Nooooooo! Fuck no! Fuck no! Bastard!

One more minute. One more minute until I can touch myself again. You didn’t say I couldn’t leave the scrubber in. As my hips bob, the scrubber raises and lowers inside of me. Oh god please, please, please. Now. I want to now. Right now. Waiting? No. Now! Thank god. I touch myself.

’May May May May May May May please May please May!

Sir sir sir sir sir sir sir sir sir me please sir me sir please please!’

’DO IT, BITCH!’

I screech as the orgasm rips away from me, long and drawn out, begging, pleading, thanking. On and on, my body keeps coming. scream after scream until my eyes roll into the back of my head.

‘Good girl.’

I lower my ears under the water. I listen to the rapid beating of my heart. I imagine your heartbeat next to mine. Slower. Steady. I take deeper breaths through my nose as I will my heart to slow. It begins to decrease. I continue. I imagine that strong heartbeat, calling to mine, pulling it nearer, encouraging my heartbeat to find it. It slows some more. I continue to slow my breathing. I hear both heartbeats in syncopation. Mine. Yours. Mine. Yours. Until they begin to merge. Yours. Yours. Yours.

I still remember your birthday

and the friendship we used to have

of hours on the phone

and silent looks as we passed

in different groups

with silent hellos

It was always one sided

with a friendship which

was really one-sided

of a beautiful girl

now a beautiful woman

just being nice to a lonely boy

And years later when we met

after you were married

and we lost contact

it was pleasant to see you

but it was brief and a nice

end to feelings on my part

And as I looked at the calendar

and planned for other birthdays

memories came flooding back

of you and the recent connection

with others that were mere acquaintances

and realized today was yours

but I will not be reaching out

to resurrect the ancient and the dead

but silently wish you good will

and that its ok we didn't remain friends

and hope that your life is full of happiness

As I still remember your birthday

recounting the fantasy of me Schmekel,

which hopefully helps you to cum along

and orgasmically, plaintively,

where tulips gleam

quintessentially, rhapsodically scream

courtesy yours truly as prickly team.

This slovenly schmoozer

with little schnauzer

of a seminal slithering

smallish sneaking sexual sneezer

doth spring Aesop purr eye

Asia snooker ring

snoop doggy dog wolf er snapper

sleeps har biding ma time

cuz, haint give a hooter nor rats ass

forsooth, the hell bells

sans salvation army volunteers

will rattle their tinkling kettle drums

flush with balls o fiery brass

which aye reckon eyes,

tis a boot three months from now,

I haint nuttin boot a proud prick

many might consider me

scrooge incarnate and crass

dis jolly saint nick with glee

as flash dancing mob that doth squabble

like angry birds twittering

feigning moo cho grass

see us, stalking def leppards

while off in the woods

little red riding hood doth

blissfully, dreamily, and friskily –

amble, cheese an innocent

oblivious prepubescent jail bait

unaware, she will be tricked

and hood winked from wolfish lusty wand

and become ransacked,

quite frightful for a story book lass

while within the town foursquare,

a crowdsource coalesces

when veteran black Friday shoppers

push and shove vin

evoking one huge phallic sized mass

rivaling Alaska Bull Worm, which humans

resemble Loch Ness creature

obscure, within the black lagoon morass

coiling, frothing, and insidiously writhing –

while analogous sinister effort

hatched faux hidden joystick

to shift inside gummy topface virgin cum pass

as madcap buyers blithely ignore politesse

and simultaneous occurring rapacious seduction

in an effort to be first thru the latched glass

doors – trampling underfoot pokey folks –

in sync with popped cherry

spewing merry fucking Christmas expletives

cause zing sass.

Oh Christmas tree...oh Christmas tree...

how about some soup per whoop pea

exalting with orgasmic glee

please help set little willy to free

EXOTIC FUN WITH THIS SANTA

After struggling like Houdini in a straitjacket,

I finally got this dang red suit off my sweaty body.

Nobody knew utter exhaustion to flit to and fro hither and yon trotting across the globe and nearly burning my bum while chancing this outsize girth of mine down the chimney flue.

The elves clamor to go on strike and demand fair trade representation while the slew of reindeer protest against animal cruelty forced to defy gravity and risk slipping off icy roofs.

Do not even ask about the missus.

Ya know why?

Clause I haint gonna yik yak how that termagant rattles me chains like an unstoppable steam pot.

She fuels fumes and furnishes fusses without any letup.

So what if this pedophile hash tagged Santa wants to sin and warm up my chestnuts against some trembling girl to perform more than a lap dance.

Prove to this avuncular grandfather type myth ta sanity claws (who feigns to chuckle with mirth merely for publicity), that he commits egregious horror jacking off bestriding, extolling, and hustling jail bait learning nymph qua, how a pussy kit can please mum peppy mongrel pooch.

Soon, that happy go lucky chica en route to visit poor ole gram ma, a series of exceedingly unfortunate events (on behalf of precious prepubescent) found us shuttered behind deadbolt locked grandma’s faux bedroom door.

A forced introductory embrace allowed me (with as mooch difficulty as holding a tiger by the tail) to jerk her close, and breathe in youthful balmy fragrance.

At some arbitrary time, we make accidental eye contact, which found dis toothless slightly opened mouthed lumpenproletariat at this inapt pupil to prod immoral reluctance to blend grace fully into a fusion of one oral cavity.

Teeth (viz mine dentures sport prestidigitation, readily and surreptitiously jammed upon me gums) accidentally clacked and clicked (like the tappet brothers hammering out a piston) against unfamiliar dentifrice while tongues created poisoned spur of the moment cat and mouse deadly chase game.

An excess of saliva (in tandem with her spit) split back and forth necessitating an intermittent breakaway.

In the interim our naked bodies (controlled via yours truly) strategically perched atop a Rockaway Mattress gentle manly handled to be strong-armed in soundcloud sixty- nine.

Upon one of these occasions, I took liberty (with a just in time suppressed scream obviously audibly indicating objection, but might "NO"mean "YES"?) to kiss brow, cheek and nape of neck of ingenue.

Unique female aroma wafted nostrils.

A spontaneous urge to nibble (and taste salty flesh) found tongue doing some data ferreting - homing inscrutably lecherous mining around lily white upper arms of vestal virgin, and setting sights toward engorged and rumored nubs hinting of womanly roseate ripe breasts.

The surface of my hand seemed colder and rougher against silky smooth base of rubber baby buggy bumper bosom.

Lips gravitated toward smallish swollen mammary glands. An infantile pang inducted suckling like a babe.

Akin to a newborn, I applied a gentle suction upon nipple and also described circular motions atop supposedly sensitive teat.

Despite evident revulsion (which totally tubular turned on the spigot of mine testosterone) optimism existed to draw out milky white substance.

Even though endeavor made in vain, I tried to cause arousal and listen for vocalization of pleasure.

Meanwhile (fraught against fierce fight a preteen could muster), my unoccupied hands caressed and rubbed upper thighs getting closer to that sacred triangular hotspot.

While continuing to stroke (as only a pedophile could) the pubic area with one hand, I gently spread her oppositional resistant legs with the other.

Akin to some gravitational pull, my head descended upon fecund, mossy warm glade.

At first blush, I tried to get the lay of the little tufted landscape.

Ears get put on high (red) alert and cocked to listen for audible reaction.

If lucky (minus the charm) with a certain im oral, semi noel, and venal stroke, I made a concerted effort to zero in on that particular erogenous zone.

Visions of skinny spread legs adrip with milky colored droplets clung to nascent fibers of each and every darkly hued pubic hair (akin to beads of ice strung limbs of a tree - where the prismatic splay of light cast a spectrum to form), causes immediate salivation.

Thine quizzical countenance found itself one lickity split second (no pun intended) away from tasting tangy tendrils from trickling where a peppy swat team (ova one testy totally tubularly) tyrannical Visigoth wannabe.

Those monstrous and oversize pulsating labia hovered and clung - like gauzy, grandiose mirage faintly resembled a peculiar looking spacecraft.

This movable feast appeared as finest culinary cuisine imagined, and invariably fancy feast found me hypnotized by ineluctable warren buffet - one that sustained a built in source of heat.

Upon diminution of violating vestal virgin, a temporary morbid sense of disbelief (and slight horror) set high voltage zapping thru each and every 69th cell bait.

Creative antics included delicate motions (whereby my hands and tongue stretched out) giving substance to what seemed an outstretched hologram.

Spindles of coiled coiffed pubic pompadour sashayed across my stunned face.

A natural reflex found these two hands of mine reaching around her firm adolescent buttocks edging closer to outer labial limits electrifying and zooming in closer to fellatio gourmet.

Tongue quickly blended with pinkish, puckered and slightly acidic arabesques of cunt kleenex soft tissue.

I licked and slipped sharpest blade of tongue across undulations on outer labia.

Every ribbed segment of protruding clitoris scrutinized and taste tested.

Squeals of suppressed primal pleasure vibrated successive taste buds (like some barely discernible temblor), and triggered sluices to open up to release damned female potion.

A current of freshly aspirated, brewed, corralled cum cascaded upon my outstretched tongue.

Her pungent, yet tangy sweet tasting balm or ginseng tonic fueled my long dormant non atrophied (whew) libido.

Vigorous vim found me quietly slurping excess sticky ooze (oiling the massive vulva), and festively devouring harder to reach points of excitement.

Tongue swam back into abyss of clitoris caverns in a challenge to lap (akin to an Olympiad) complete length to access excel lent fleshy and squishy diaphragm.

Said oral appurtenance thrust out and took a jaunt within miniature rills in an attempt to brook sinful delight.

An increase in stifled cooing and moaning indicated heading closer to the point of no return.

The tip of my tongue probed and touched and luckily tripped geyser.

My woody like pecker now peeked and peeped and wanted to pick (a dill dough - like some puny popgun panzer) pretty pink panties particularly laden with pheromone pussy willow flavor.

This smallish pistol-packing penultimate pal perfectly positioned and primed for firing off defile ta upload.

Upon discovering where within estuaries utmost excitement dwelt, a pang of pleasure arose, a firmer force came down (and eventually out) to bear.

Regular lunging and pumping motions with this hardened vein bulging penis (in rapid fire succession) meant to draw up and out, the eruption of our well-deserved comeuppance.

Trials and errors at last bridged gap (no greater than a single kinky fiber - yet seeming to be an infinite chasm in length), and strung - with one tear shaped droplet upon the tongue that most supreme genital stew.

A slight shift in position thenceforth allowed, enabled and provided the perfect strategic angle to stretch oral appendage across glistening moist and meaty clitoris. I obliged this just dessert, and let fingers carefully and gently pull apart the most prominently pink prints esse of labia.

Mouth smack dab and butted against vaginal features offered the most advantageous opportunity for tongue to apply just adequate pressure upon hidden crannies and nooks.

An intent made to strike supposed G spot (if applicable and existent), and burst asunder once again hidden orgasmic dam salient seductive wellspring.

Increased groans and moans indicative that hidden valley (latent with sought after libidinal liquid asset) fast became ready to explode in a concomitant synchronization of intense dew whet accompanied by your geyser like release of cum.

The seminal fusillade from thine slick soldier sliding into that shebang sluice sent satisfactory sensations consummating an act of intercourse upon the pinnacle of orgiastic climax, no matter ye happen to be a minor for a heart of gold!

Postscript: angel, and father o mercy, pardon verboten fruit of the loin transgression. Noah doubt yule tide me with holly time cheer – wontcha be ya ma frolicking gal?!

I've often wondered,

What emotions or

feelings you have

or once had

or at all...

Did I imagine this

connection we had

or was it to get

what you wanted

a step ahead...

It felt real

when we kissed

when we held

each other in

the quiet of the night

But you played

your part well

and left me

with my real

emotions and hurt

Tethered to a

well acted play

with a performance

unlike any I've seen

and the spotlight

Was not on you

but on me for believing

in a lie

and left standing

with remnants

Of well crafted

words that weaved

into every breath

you took from my lips

and left me in the light of truth

She picks up on the first ring, then pretends she didn't by waiting three beats before speaking. "Hello?"

"Hey." His voice carries the smile she'd tasted forty-seven minutes ago. "I just—I wanted to check something in my calendar. For this week. If that's okay?"

"Oh! Yes, checking calendars is... that's a normal thing people do." She's pacing her kitchen, bare feet catching on the linoleum's slight tackiness. The dishes from breakfast still crowd her sink—evidence of a morning that feels like it happened in another lifetime.

"Right, exactly. Very normal." He clears his throat. "So I have this work thing Wednesday—"

"Wednesday's actually perfect because Tuesday I have my sister's—wait, no, sorry, you weren't suggesting Wednesday, were you? You were just telling me you're busy then."

"No, I mean, yes, I was saying I'm busy but also trying to, um, figure out when I'm not busy. If that makes sense." The sound of papers shuffling comes through the line. "Thursday?"

"Thursday." She tests the word, rolling it around her mouth like the memory of their kiss. "Thursday I have yoga until 7:30, but after that—"

"I could do after that. I could definitely do after that." The eagerness in his voice makes her stomach flip. "There's this place that does really good Thai food, unless you don't like Thai food, in which case there's obviously other food that exists in the world—"

"I love Thai food." She's grinning now, pressing her forehead against the cool surface of her refrigerator. "I was actually going to suggest Thai food, but I didn't want to be too... presumptuous about suggesting specific cuisines this early in our... calendar coordination."

A laugh breaks through his carefully maintained casualness. "God, this is weird, isn't it? An hour ago I didn't even know if you liked me, and now I'm checking my Google Calendar like it holds the secrets to the universe."

"It is weird," she agrees, warmth spreading through her chest. "But maybe good weird? Like, I'm standing here pretending I need to double-check if I'm free Thursday when I've already mentally canceled three different things."

"I haven't checked a single thing on my calendar this entire conversation," he confesses. "I've just been holding a random receipt and making paper-shuffling noises."

The laughter comes easy now, the awkwardness transforming into something precious—a shared secret, a private joke in the making. They're building something here, between the pretense of scheduling and the raw honesty of new attraction.

"So... Thursday at 8?" she ventures.

"Thursday at 8," he confirms, then adds quickly, "Although I could do 7:45 if your yoga ends earlier than expected. Or 8:15 if you need more time. Or really any time that works for you, I'm pretty flexible. Not yoga-flexible, obviously, but time-flexible."

"8 is perfect," she says softly, and they both hear what she really means: *You're perfect, this is perfect, the way my heart is racing right now is perfect.*

"Okay. Good. That's... that's really good." Another pause, filled with unspoken words. "I should probably let you go now, right? That's probably what a normal person would do instead of trying to find more excuses to keep talking?"

She traces a pattern on the fridge door, spelling out Thursday over and over. "Probably. Although I should mention that my calendar has some very suspicious empty spaces this evening..."

"What a coincidence," he says, relief and joy tangling in his voice. "Mine too."