She wants it so badly
I unzipped my pants
Pulled down hers
And we had our mutual exchange
Just love sliding my tongue through her slit
While she blew my mind
Swallowing, enjoying the heat of my body through that length
She stopped as my cunnilingus brought her to orgasm
Sliding her manicured fingers through my shampooed hair
Not content, she knelt and proceeded with her oral fixation
Can’t fight it, the sweet sucking
Laid her down on the bed, her eyes wide at my solid prong
You can hang your jeans on it, so erect
Perfect for hitting the G-Spot
Unlike the fat snakes that do nothing but desensitize pussies
I sat as I worked, my head hitting her ceiling, so wet
She hard, still I fucked
She slapped me, begging me to stop
I didn’t, if you can’t handle your multiple orgasms don’t fuck
Finally, not wanting to sap her strength, I let go
She said thanks with a sigh
I have to work the next day, she, the kids
Not bad for a rainy night.
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Poetic Experience no. 1
A Change in the Pace
Looking back to the early days of our marriage, I remember that my wife really wants to take it hard. I would ram my prod lancer into her with so much strength she virtually bounced from the bed 6 inches into the air. I pushed my cock right up the end of her vagina that she screamed with pleasure as her insides swallowed my manhood with gusto. And when she came, she slapped my ass like a jockey spurring her horse to gallop, I re-slammed my hips onto hers with such speed I think it’s not an exaggeration that I got the hummingbird’s flapping in mind when I did so.
After the first, my continuous momentum with provoke multiple orgasms in her, with her scratching my back, biting my neck, sucking hard at my ear, and leave my man-boobs smarting from her nails. I was always a great sight for a woman to derive pleasure from my manly moves. I take pride that I am indeed a great lover. My unique scimitar shaped cock always tapped at her G-spot just above the opening opposite the back curve of her vagina. My hips had always been bandy and flexible, which is very obvious in case you see me gyrating at the dance floor. Plus my correct breathing, my body becomes a virtual orgasm machine. Her moans of increasing pleasure are music to my ears.
Now, it’s different, after her first orgasm, she doesn’t slap my ass like a jockey’s. She takes hold of my love handles with her hands, and controls my thrust so that I moved like the waves of the oceans lapping at the shores of Boracay. I now make the sensuous slow dance of a male stripper. With just a few slow but surface to surface connections of my phallic head to her G-spot, her eyes flutter with ecstacy, and groans her oh-ohs all the more huskier. Now I don’t have to ride her like a locomotive, but just like the first speed of a rodeo machine. I could feel acutely the sliding of my good hard cock into her nethermouth, making me forgot the assholes of the world and just concentrating on the heaven she spreads out for me. I don’t say fuck when I fuck. I say, “You’re so good, Honey, oh this is soooooooooooo goooooooood!”
And since I work hard at the office, I don’t come in her in the weekdays, but in the weekends. That’s when I unload probably so much come compared to my ejaculations when we did it everyday. I could see my white semen overflowing after she enjoyed my hot come spill in her hot vagina which she likes so much, and I get turned on again when she lathers the smooth sperm all over her pussy. I get hard again and shoot my cock into her salivating vagina until I get limp and parked in her carwash.
Man, I’m such a good fucker.
Latest Scoop
Last night was great.
I guess, I can never get enough of Wifey, she’s getting better the more we grow older. Her face looks younger every after she comes, her lips redder with every taste of me, and her pussy ever getting hotter and tighter like a virgin’s.
Since I reserve my mojo for five working days, I now work at an office, with high pay (I deserve it!), and got plenty of money making plans in the works, I am charming, handsome, and sexually gifted after all, and the women, they sense it.
Saturday, geez, she oral checked my Apollo like for hours, getting me to thinking, where didya get your oral craving this time? Is it the chocolate that I bring after work? Dark chocolate that melts in her mouth? Her lips are so slippery and smooth, I swear I’d come in her if I didn’t know she doesn’t want it. Then the sudden tightening that had me forgetting who I am, oooh! I came just seconds inside her, but she forgave me with a mouth caress.
Sunday, I made up. We did a sixty nine because I want to taste pussy so much. When she came, she sucked so fast I had to pull out or it’s gooey time. Her pussy tasted so good, next weekend, gotta have more.
Then, I entered her backstyle, man, she’s tight! Her moans reverberated in her house (she owns it, not me), and I fucked like a rotor whenever she screams “I’m coming! I’m coming!”, sweet Mary, nine years we make love, and her voice always sounded like the first night. For like two hours, I worked her ass, she on her knees at times, then on her elbows. Soft feminine form accepting my hardness, yes!
She laid on her back, obviously exhausted from her multiple orgasms, I pushed, whew, what a rush, then pumping like 100 mph! My Apollo easily bumping the inner end of heaven. Her vaginal lips clasped my girth so tight and smoothly, I was sure, five days worth of hot man fluid would fill her fulltank.
So I did, and with a force so strong it weakened me. Not really that much. I sat above her closed eyes as she felt me and my lava swimming inside her, scalding and reviving her hot womanhood like Venus incarnate. I watched as she mashed her breasts while I still was snug in her furry resort. Then I collapsed beside her, numbed of thought and slept dreamless.
I woke up to hot eggs, herbal milk mix, and fried rice and some sweet meats, while she hummed, preparing my clothes, in her nighties. Got a hard on that instant, just wanna ram her backstyle on the side of the bed. But there’s work…need energy for work.
I don’t really feel so good about Mondays…
Blog Entry? I Don’t Care If You Write About Me As Long As You Do It Me Like You’re Supposed To
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
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
Let Me Teach Thee 3: Sexual Stamina
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.
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.
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.).
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,
For Your Arousal, Sweet Juicy Lady
You come out of the shower. Your delicious woman’s body promises sure pleasure from me. I want to feel pleasure, delight, orgasm, physical goodness, animal lust from your exposed, naked form. Here’s what I’m going to do.
I violently grab your hand and pull you to the living room. I push you to the sofa. I pull off your towel despite your efforts to hold on to it. Now, your naked, milky goodness is open for my eyes to feast on. I stand back, take off my clothes, and slowly massage my lengthening, hardening night stick. You try in vain to cover your breasts and Venus temple with your hands, but I can see through them. I have ravished innumerable sisters (not related to me), so I know what’s behind them. Yours is just fresher at the moment. And I love you. Yes, I love you. I always believe Love in the universe brought this moment that I am with you alone. I’ve violated your trust but soon you will know why I did it, and will be surely hotly happy for it.
I rush toward you, and mash your breasts, forcing your legs apart. My Apollo touches your pubes. You feel my heat, my desire. I kiss you hard on the mouth but you turn away. You slap me but don’t scratch me. I wonder why. Then with my manly strength I wrench apart your protecting, juicy legs and plunge my face in your reluctant cunt.
I splash hot saliva on your clitoris and vagina while you pull at my hair, strongly at first, but is weakening every second I brush your slit up and down, the pressure of my face on your now wakened sex. I taste your hot juices meeting my tongue. Your resistance is down.
I devour your cunt like it’s my favorite noon time dish, while your brain takes in a pleasure overload, shouting inside, “Oh so great to be a woman with you around, cuntlicker”. Your legs wrap around my back as I proceed to mouthfuck you. Then you quiver, shiver, shout, press my face on your pussy as your orgasm like a virgin with Brad Pitt.
Thanks. I raped you. With your consent of course. We hug, now this friendship has now taken a cruel, deviant level. But I am the Priest of Love so you are safe with me.
Reunited and It Feels so Good
I remember the Peaches and Herb song, and not only it does that way, it is slappin’.
Last May 8 I finally came back to the arms of my wife, and to use her expression, she greeted me with, “You haven’t watered the plants for months”. So, my eyebrows were raised and prepped myself mentally for the jockey-job I have to do by nightfall.
In fact, I was squeezing her boobs every chance I can get, whenever nobody’s lookin’. When the door to the bedroom got locked, she was pricked by my moustache, but on we went, tonsil-hockeying.
I didn’t bother with the slow kissing from neck down, I went straight to her pussy, radiating heat, and satiated my oral fixation, tongueing and poking with my naughty tongue.
After that, she grabbed at my schlong and dunked it into her. I had to close my eyes real hard to stop from coming, for her pussy is so feel-good like a cheerleader’s (the twenty-something’s anyway). I fucked and fucked like I haven’t penetrated her enough. I slapped her ass, she liked it. I did her doggie style, grabbing her creamy ass. Most of it were missionary. I just came down from a ten hour bus trip for Cryzakes.
I came, she shouted, “Darn, it’s so hot!” I unloaded four months of sperm in her, would you believe? I stopped watching porn since December.
I rode her two times that night and one in the morning, while her mother was knocking at our door for our breakfast.
When did she learn to take all my manhood in her mouth that way? Whew, it was mind-blowing.
When I got off her, she didn’t take breakfast, so I was left with her mom at breakfast, she slept like a babe, with a smile part-pornstar part-Catholic schoolgirl not caught cheating at the exam.
I wanted to wash my Apollo, so I went to our shower-bathroom. I didn’t want the whole shower, just the faucet so I too, can go back to sleep.
Eooooowwwww!!!!
She had installed the hot water lever without me knowing it. Poor Apollo, scalded very early in the morning. I sat at her bedside, to get a little berating from me. When she did, she just laughed. I laughed too.
More coming from here, y’all.
