Archive for June, 2007

The Ride

{ June 21, 2007 @ 9:37 am } · { Erotic Poetry, Personal Confessions, Sex, Sexual Experience, sexual technique }
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I need to ride
As fast as I can
Your round butt’s fine
I slide through your wine.

Faster I ride
STeady you go
GRabbing at the carpet
Knees rubbed red.

It’s coming in and out
Your tongue and call
In and out my breath
Hot on your neck.

Sister’s looking
Rubbing pink nipples
Through the window saw
Me riding her sister so good.

Sister’s at the finish line
The other wet outside
I burst in my ride
She came with pride.

Sister cannot hide
Feeling hot inside
Didn’t take long
She also I ride.

Hard and Soft

{ June 12, 2007 @ 11:09 am } · { Erotic Poetry, Poetry, Sex, Sexual Experience, love }
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The reason I am hard
And your insides soft
So that when I drive it hard
In you the feeling’s soft

Softening my hardness
Into a softness
For your hardcore
Soft sensuality

Hardened by your soft
Yearning for hard
Embrace against soft attention
Of a hard heartred crowd

Softly I harden
To your soft fluid
Current of hard lightning
Softening my nerves

So hard I soften
Your hard licked soft
Softly through this hard
We are now hard and soft.

Blog Entry? I Don’t Care If You Write About Me As Long As You Do It Me Like You’re Supposed To

{ June 11, 2007 @ 10:41 am } · { Personal Confessions, Sex, Sexual Experience, love, marriage, monogamy, responsibility, sexual technique }
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Well, this is a wee bit embarrassing to say here but his is just what my Wife actually said to me last June 3 evening. She even thinks it’s a bit kinky, that others knew how she is being pleasured, the mere thought of being read makes her wet.

Anyway, before my Wife said that, she was actually totally out of the mating loop. So what I did was, to answered the question, “What’s in a Kiss?” an erogenous zone closest to the brain gotta to have some clout. Hovering over her body like a bat, I sucked on her red lower lip. Then I tapped my wet tongue on it inside my mouth with vibrating speed. That somehow electrified her because when she woke, her eyes were very wide. That’s when she just let me while shhe stroked her hands all over my torso, her smooth silver nighties and undies cool to my skin and hard shaft, dry bumping her with a mind of its own.

“This is going to be my blog entry”, I teased.
“What? You write ‘us’ on a blog entry? Oh, cool. I don’t care, as long as you fuck me good like you’re supposed to, my good fucker”, her voice was husky but deadly.

I had a new sex style in mind for her. Right now she did not want me licking her cunt, her favorite first course. She wanted my cock in ASAP. I placed my mouth inches from my ole pacifier with pubes, spat a wad of hot viscous saliva on my Venus slide, spreading it on the lips with a deft finger. She made purring sounds. Then I opened her legs, raised them, the backs resting on my shoulders., while I sat before my wife’s pussy. I massaged her organ with my Apollo Boneapart, hand held.
“Ooh, hot cock!” She snarled like an Amazon leopard.

In he goes. Wet hot electric chocolatey carbonated rave pop hit sensations transmitted from my pole hard organ to my intellectual brain. By Sitzfuckieg I could see my wife’s different facial and bodily reactions to my regular faithful thrusts. The lioness’ stare while touching my swinging navel. The face turning right and left with the contractions of the first orgasm. Eyes closing and neck showing as I squeeze her boobs while I fuck. Her fingernails biting my elbow with multiple O number 10. her pounding my chest as I dive into her faster than a locomotive. This didn’t tire me at all since all movement was on my hips only, with an occasional adjustment of weight with arms and hands.

Without placing weight on her, her feeling of my Apollo zooming in her body monopolized all sensation. Both of us had the freedom of motion and from gravity.

Her insides got tighter and tighter with the 30th O (She told me before sometimes there were so many she lost count.). Now, my pleasure of her, the sight of her lust unchained and possessing became unbearable. Sweat poured from her legs pointed to heaven. She slapped my horseracing ass, echoing in the voyeur night.
“Ooh, babes, I’m gonna come.”
“Go on, HFL, you fucker. Want that cum, all of it.”
“Oh oh oh aaaaaahhhhhhh aahh ahh ah”, I hoped my roans didn’t wake the children, or her mom, especially not her.

I leaned on my hands above her half-closed eyes and lip-licking tongue. It took a while. My warm sperm filled hher up good. I just stayed like that, watching sup it up and my Apollo snug inside her.

After her reverie, an eyebrow told me to pull out.
“Ooh!” That’s everytime I pulled it out. Our naked bodies exchanged electric warmth in the cold night air.

Inquistition of Licuntus Amorlongus for Crimes Against Chastity

{ June 9, 2007 @ 10:41 am } · { Essay, Sex, Sexual Experience, love, marriage, monogamy, responsibility, sexual technique }
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I, Licuntus, shall contest the allegations hurled against me by the moral but hypocritical authorities, these so-called guardians of feminine virtue and gallantry. I shall answer point by point their incriminatory questions in the name of the common good and societal modesty.

How dareth they wrong and debase my professorship of attaining sexual satisfaction and my advocacy for loyalty between husband and wife as these wolves in sheeps’ clothing unconscionably invaded my private quarters without a warrant. How they vilifieth and burneth my books and letters in the public square and interrogated my apprentices in irons! Hath they the gall to muzzle the freedom of speech so as to maintain the freedom of speech so as to maintain the status quo of sexual ignorance, hence continued negligence of our most significant other?

The gallant and most chivalrous pastor Master Bathi Ambidexterus brandeth me the purveyor of licentiousness and moral depravity. My brother scholar, what art more debauch than the public display of violence in Shakespeares’ play, where Caesar was stabbed in the back by big men? And Caesar saying, “Et tu, Brute?” If thou art sincere in thy moral guardianship, I dare thee to chain the doors of the brothel of Madame Pimperella, where amongst the patrons is a doddering old man that lookst like thee.

The local magistrate, the most eligible senior bachelor, the very virile Chasegerli Tryahardi, dubbeth my teachings as not baseth on scholarly study, that my methods art fit for the effeminate as they hath no efficacy whatsoever.

On the first part of thy diatribe, Machisimo, I so verily totally agree! No, indeed no. Mine intimate knowledge cometh not from books and bespectacled mentors, from churchmen, or from institutions. They cometh exclusively from my sensitivity and wealth of experience. If experience art never the best mentor for thee, it surpriseth me not thou hast never known what thy Lady Marmalade, thy wife for many years, desireth, but that I hath copiously filleth in thy absence. Thou forgive her though as she hath patience plenty for thy ineptitude.

As for the second part of thy insult, I hold as my witness 50 women and 101 men who hath receiveth and applieth my sexual strategies and shall testify to their sexual fulfillment.

The other detractors, I found thee beneath my notice to merit a counter.

My rationale for mine instruction of the younger generation, is that I believeth the task hath been placeth in mine hands to pass on my knowledge lest it perish in choking conservatism and self-assured complacency.

Sex for mine advanced age art a bonus, a parting gift, however for the young, my apprentices and their ladies, to them, like any human capability or skill, sex must be placeth under scrutiny and be perfecteth, even if only partly, for I too acknowledge human finiteness.

Despite of what thy sayeth to the contrary, I shall enlighten my apprentices with my expertise.

Licuntus Amorlongus

Movie House Rock

{ June 9, 2007 @ 10:02 am } · { Personal Confessions, Sex, Sexual Experience, love, sexual technique }
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In that short, tumultuous but memorable liaison with Crissie, that obese beauty form Forest Hills, she had been the most “You oughta Know”-ish girl I ever had. She scratched my back with her Goth nails, she’s a pervert (gangbanger), and yep, she did go down on me in a theater. And I love her. I’ve told you guys before, all the women I have gone to bed with I instantaneously loved. I consider my body and yours truly holy, so I can only share it in the spirit of love. Logical.

Crissie loved bold flicks, porn, and girlie magazines. So when a hot movie was on the tills, she dragged me along and chose to be seated in the darkest, remotest corner of the movie house, where other couples had more or less the same idea.

We sat in the middle of a torrid love scene, that had Crissie enrapt. Placing my arm over her exposed shoulders, I could feel her bod temp increase by degrees. I too was carried along the actors’ moaning and doggie styling. A pretty faced, long straight black haired actress was being banged hard by a hunk, breasts groped, mouths open.

I slid my finger under Crissie’s skirt, Catholic school issue, and massaged her soft Swoosha under the silk. She in turn grappled my crotch. Impatient by naure, she took my hand and placed it inside her stretched panties. The curly hairs of her Swoosha made me wild. I circled her button with a finger, made it slippery with juice froom her vagina. I tickled it to her satisfaction so that she shucked on my neck and ear.

Two fingers, her button in between, she bit my neck. Two fingers stroked in unison, her breathing warmed my neck. As my left hand quickened to her coming orgasm via clitoris, her nail buried on my tummy’s side. In gratitude, she sucked on my tongue. But I wasn’t through playing.

I put a middle finger in her Swoosha, syrup-ed to perfection. I found her G-spot, just above the entrance, a soft round button directly behind her pubic mound. I tapped it like a guitar pro, alternating it with in and out motions. Now she was jabbing her tongue into my ear. I tapped my finger as fast as I could till it hurt. I knew I hit the spot when her hand grasped mine for added push. Her vaginal muscles contracted around my lucky finger. She let out a whoop that blended well with the sex movie.

She asked if I wanted some, I said sure. She unzipped my jeans and hand-jobbed me. She stared into a spot to my left for a long time, while I waited. Then, she dove.

Her mouth was so hot I thought I’d burst then and there. She was an expert, as if she had no teeth. Her tongue whipped my little head. My pubes were wet with her saliva. Slowly, pressure built up on my penis as she sucked and sucked, didn’t seem to mind how her head bobbed up and down in the sight of others. Others. I remembered her stare and checked. Wham. There they were. A lesbian coupe was intently watching us, as I watched them. They were fingering and mashing each other’s boobs. Meanwhile, my cock’s tickling told Crissie I was gonna blow. Faster she did blew, and with all the sex going on around me, I gave up, firing it straight into Crissies’s waiting mouth. She swallowed it all. She licked my Apollo, plainly for the lesbian couple’s delight, who finger fucked to a frenzy, and both were still.

Crissie brought me to her house and had me fuck her the rest of the afternoon. After that I could barely walk. She rewarded me with fried chicken, fruit salads, and hotdogs. And some take home money, which I spent back then on arcade games and more eating, one of the perks of having a rich girlfriend. That’s one of the reasons why Rick took her from me, he wanted a piece of the pie, so to speak. But he was a lesser man than me, that’s for sure.

Let Me Teach Thee 3: Sexual Stamina

{ June 5, 2007 @ 10:34 am } · { Personal Confessions, Sex, Sexual Experience, love, marriage, monogamy, sexual technique }
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To my dear and increasingly appealing Apprentice, Rodolfo Valentino,

I hath receiveth thy letters of gratitude and thou honor me so, but I hath no necessity whatsoever for the 5 heads of cattle, 20 chickens, and 15 balls of cabbages thy vassals hath brought to my chateau, for I demand no reward for my teachings save that thou give joy to thy young wife whose worldly wants ought to be fed by thee for the elevation of our race. If thou would deign to my whim, allow me to donate thy gifts to the orphanage so that we shall earn good deeds in the sight of Heaven.

I, Licuntus, hath made my former loves bathe in sweat, and beg me cease my manly rhythmic thrusts for them ladies exclaimeth they could not take mine pleasure filled phallus no more.

As for thy query o the thy problem of fatigue in thine chamber, and that thy woman lasts more in thy coupling, I have these reminders for thee.

Firstly, thou shouldst be aware women have more passion than men. Men, though, of lesser passion, burn such like an Oriental’s firecracker as if it were their last, hence, feeleth weakened despite their great size and bulging musculature.

Secondly, son, master thy breathing. Thou shalt not tense at the sight of thy love’s proffered joys for that showeth thee as befitting a selfish urchin. Be a man and man thy breaths as thou were a marching infantryman. In that manner, thy oxygen shalt not burn thy hairy firewood in so short a time, as when thou would pant like a mongrel. Regimented inhalationem et exhalationem leadeth to relaxationem, where less manly energy burneth (See Licuntus’ book, revised edition, The Law of the Conservation of Mojo.).

Thirdly, making love is not about huffing, and puffing, and blowing down the house of the three little swine. Strong and brusque movements have no place in coitus, save thou art Hercules astride Circe before the Roman populace. Well placed, gentle but firm ministrations of touch art the Art of the Harem veteran. Paint in thy mind how thou wilst caress her feminine form and leave forcefulness for last.

Lastly, try this coital position I have recently happened upon while dallying with one of my shapely maidservants. Let thy woman lie on thy feather bed, and thou seat thyself before her, ah, succulent secret lips between her pearly legs. Watch her from that height as thou occupy thyself with the oscillation of thy hips as thy Apollo slideth into her velvet darkness. With the swaying of thy waist, thou could stay like this for hours. Thou canst support thyself with thy palms or thy fists or elbows, but remember this: do not place thy weight on her. This way, both thine circulation of blood becometh unhindered and thus would not tire as the veins would be blocked and circulationem obstructed if thou rest thy gravity on thy Amazon. If thou treat her like a mattress, then thou would sleep on her while the night is young.

My, ahh, so handsome and desirable apprentice, if thou hast mastered the withholding of thy spilling of thy seed, then thou canst conserve thy passion until after thy Lady hath consumeth hers. This is most valuable when thou art past thy youthful prime. Apprentice, thy youth mayeth view this as cheating, but bear in mind of the countless endeavors thou couldst accomplish when thou conserveth thy strength. Do this, then thou wouldst seem the Atlas of lovers to thy soft and ooh, fragile lass. Dare sayeth I that this subterfuge art the testimony of thy intellect’s strength than thy member’s fantastical staying power. The important word, Son, is CONSERVATIONIS SEMENUM. Save the best for last!

Next I shall lecture thee on the sensations of fingering if thy phallus feeleth so indisposed.

Let us be skillful in almost all things we know, as our era of renaissance holdeth us to it.

Thy adoring and able bodied teacher,

Licuntus Amorlongus, El Stalliono

Let Me Teach Thee Part 2

{ June 1, 2007 @ 12:05 pm } · { Sex, sexual technique }
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To My Beloved, Handsome, and Well Muscled Apprentice, Rodolfo

Due to your insistence to follow my woman enchanting ways in the mythical four posted boudoir, gladly shall oblige thee provided thou shalt employ my teaching in sacred monogamy so as to build a family based on love and equality between wife and husband. Otherwise, mine specter shall visit thee in the trysts of your inciting and steal the show by transferring your mojo to mine and take mine rightful place above your young paramour.
This is a threat, make no mistake about it, my young student.

[Master, thou shalt not be rattled in mine promiscuity, for should I commit to a sole woman, it would be verily truly for keeps, for I hath seen that new pussy is just the same as old pussy, so I am contemplating to just improve on an existing coupling, together with its non-coital aspects like communication, empathy, and enjoying life together. On the other hand, Master, pardon me fully whenever I fall for succulent young beauties from time to time, for, I am human, after all.]

Very well, my young Apprentice.

Now to business. HOW TO DELAY THE SPILLING OF THY SEED FROM THY LIMP BISCUIT IN THE DELICIOUS VENUS KISSER OF THY LADY LOVE.

I, Licuntus, am the Author of the Book, Desensitization of the Limp Biscuit, will briefly state the techniques and methods thou hast to fulfill if thou wish to be master and originator of the Multiple Orgasm and solidly secure the love and loyalty of thy woman, so that she shall look at other men with scorn for their own limp biscuits.

If thou canst observe two lovers in secretive congress in the forest unobserved, doing what the Greeks call porno graphein, and would not clutch thy member but allow it to throb like a meerkat in the grassland, then, thou hast conquered the immediate need to fire thy pistol.

Have thy woman gradually take off items of clothing while doing a sensuous belly dance. Once she is complete disheveled, and thou art able to stop the desire to rush her and hump her like crazy, thou hast mastered the virtue of temperance and what the Orients term Shao Lin Kung Fu discipline.

The first two art the Helmsman’s Victory over Visual Stimuli.

Now, Son, onto thy venturing into thy damsel’s depths. Here is what thou hast to do:

Position thyself before her Open Sesame, lovingly offered by her to share her world. Using goat’s milk, olive oil, or any equivalent that can make thy member slippery as an electric eel, massage it while observing the battlefield that is her beautiful, supple body. Attempt to probe her entry with thy member’s tip. If thou suddenly feel a quickening of your breath, imagine a placid pool, and still its ripples. Upon the return of thy breath to normal, proceed.
Now, precisely pointing the Apollo on the nether lips, push swiftly until thy member suddenly finds itself in complete darkness. Then stop. Attune thyself with the delicious sensation but willing also not to chase after the pleasure like a frothing bloodhound. Upon relaxation of thy pulse, commence the swinging of thy hips to a steady rhythm. If the joys of loving her become too much, imagine thou art looking up your old teacher’s hairy balls or thou art planting rice and some such.

If thou still feel the strong urge to unload all your heat within her confines, pull out and meekly explain to thy love that a brilliant thought occurred to thee and need a moment to think, while assuring her she is indeed heavenly. The revitalization of thy easy confidence is the sign that thou canst resume thy foray into her treasures.

A surefire way for thee to survive the first hour of coitus is to press the base of thy Pole on the base of her Venus lips so that the top of thy helmet will touch the ceiling of the vagina of thy love, while the underside of thy Penis will avoid contact with the back of her vagina, for majority of the pleasure nerves of the penis lie on the underside. Thy quaking will assure constant stimulation of her G-spot with this maneuver. Orchestrate this by acting the Lotus position of coitus, with her on her back and thee on thy haunches.

Avoid entering at odd angles with her body if thou still falter at desensitization, for this shall take many times of sexual congress before obtaining such. But right now, by following the abovementioned, thou canst shun embarrassment by lasting and pleasuring her till her climax.

That is all for now. I am old and the evening breeze freezes my brittle bones. I wish that by the time I am with my fathers, the best lovers the world hath ever seen, I shall have transferred all I know to make heaven on earth to thee, my apprentice, and I expect thee to pass on this knowledge to a worthy squire.

[Ah Master, I am forever indebted to thee. With this knowledge I am going to be the Renaissance Man. I will erect a monument to thee. Would thou desire a ten-foot Bernini exact bronze replica of thy penis?]

Spare thyself the effort. Erect not monuments but rather make thy erections monumental.

Next, I shall enlighten thee on the secrets to lasting stamina in sex, so that thou could be enduring as a racehorse in the hippodromes of Rome, and that thy Lady Love shall gasp for breath and demand a break in thy Love making.

Lovingly Yours,

Licuntus Amorlongus “El Stalliono”