No More Train Sex… For Now

Have you ever gotten intimately involved with someone you’ve never met before, suddenly feeling high voltage sensations rising up and down your thighs, swinging between you two, all in the company of other passengers in a hot train? Your hard-on “accidentally” turning her on, and she sways in kind, wanting you to get off so badly on her sweet butt cheeks like it was the real thing? Guess you haven’t. I strongly forbid it! Imagine wetting your panties because a total stranger is rubbing against you. Perish the thought of you spilling your warm seed in your pants, all the while this decent girl feels your manhood twitching in suffering, orphaned, teased to diminution. Cease and desist. It is a fantasy best done privately.

Slumber Party

Why did you mount me while I was asleep? I was dreaming when you pored molten spots on my body with your radioactive kisses while the radio was playing our song, Sweetest Taboo. Tired of the long day and making the bed as a sanctum and refuge, you invaded my privacy and unleashed my wild thing, ravishing and devouring at will while I was set afire with a probing flaming breath at my loins.

Immediately, seemingly unwillingly yet hypnotized by a charmer’s flute, my tor went up in a roar, a bore like a tamed boar you soared on the wings of love above grinding and threshing the oats making me swear an oath preventing the oil to float while you’re rocking the boat. Deftly you rode the node sliding the mother lode on autopilot mode banging the great spot hot greater than pot not your usual drunk shot.

I knew you got what you wanted when your nails lacerated my chest underrated by other women but you created an animal in me. You didn’t stop your knees pinning my arms while you drilled and drilled with my swollen member and you massaged my balls, the lava in them raring to explode in a facial expression of love.

You want the rush repeatedly heatedly un-debating-ly delivering the special delight deconstructing the meaning of consensual sex and forced coupling. What would my friends say if a video of me abused and used where uploaded in the internet while you came on top of your optimum form while I groaned in semi-conscious gratification and biting my lip to prevent the pre-qualified escape of life-giving gas.

How dare you pull my hair while my eyes are shut tight trying hard to keep the dream and the cream shut tight and suck at my lower lip while the rush cascaded and gamboled in your interior design online divine car wash cleaning time, my Chevy on your levy, sultry.

I thought someone was pulling at my testicles as John testified the test of strength has triumphed in multiple emissions of pure white power and converted to rejuvenating lotion on someone’s lips. And then a deep calm descended on my being and a deeper sleep enveloped me. I soon realized when I woke up I slept 12 hours.

Ambrosiarotica 1.0

I don’t know how they do it, but I know that I know…when attention is truly focused on it, like a ray gun emitting laser light, things get clearer and brighter and therefore, hotter.

In every starship, fingers are essential, indispensible, you tap, insert, enter, press the tab, or just simply navigate all over the orifice that is our office. I’ll be looking at the star map all the time though, whose hologram is the brilliant orbs of your eyes, the luscious scintillating galaxy of your lips, the wonderful universe of your face, yet the fingers are busy where they’re at.

Use the trackballs but gently does it, don’t squeeze too much or we’ll end up in another galaxy or chase you tromping out in the cold night, been there, done that, so it won’t happen again, by the time you met me as your star pilot I’m already an expert. I move the tip of my finger around that holo that looks like a pink nipple then as if by impulse I felt like a kid and needing milk. Feeling suckled brings you to a whole new world altogether. You become an alien, with your speaking in tongues almost husky soprano while I use my tongue down there, how violent you are for pulling at my hair like a female Klingon. Elvis said, ‘don’t be cruel’, I’m following the rule, delaying the tool.

I panic when the forward screen looks its rushing to a squirting beach I get more moisture than I hoped for. You spasm like a recent stopped jogger. Then I feel glad, breathless, but glad.

Every Time We Lay, I See A New Woman

I am contemplating a new dress for you

A bright little red number not limiting you but expanding your horizons

just a little below the hips with stretchable fabric so I can pull down the neckline

And help me to your generous offering of your fulsome glorious aureolas

Your neck gets brighter as you reach for the stars when the sensation of my lips

races within your nerves and ignites your fireworks

A kind vulcanology awaits between your loving legs while I seismologize your skin above.

Next I’ll shop around for a new blue dress

Dress you up as a sailor my mate for a voyage cir-come-navigating your world

Your body is a wonderland, John Mayer was right

Love it when you let me explode inside you my Love Goddess, My Bestfriend

We are equal in this battle between selfishness and sacrifice

I stop myself from killing myself so that new life will phoenix within your orbs

Burn myself to mindlessness so that our joinings will be sentient

Like molecules becoming Einstein, wonderful.

Yeah, I suppose when I say a new woman I’d name names just to specify

Like a new Jay Low, or a Mar-High-A Carrie, or even an Awe-Drew Heavyburns-Barrie-Moor

But no, you are the same but not quite

Same face, same eyes, same lips, same labial lips, same voice

But I differentiate still I don’t know how

Maybe it’s the dresses.

It will be like this until we go back to being friends, the best of friends, till forever with…Eternity.

She Came as I Slide

I want to play
In the playground with no lights
So I placed myself in the slide
I made slippery for a faster down
She came!
While I was sliding fast
In her slide
The playground is hers
I did not stop sliding
Until she came and came!
With more food
So that after my sliding
We can eat together
In her playground
When all the kids are gone
To sleep while we both slide
Eating and sliding
Like we were kids again.

The Ride

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

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.

Genuflection

Why do you kneel before me?
What do you think you’re doing?
You’re pulling the furry dragon from the lair (Button fly jeans, faded blue, frayed at the knees).

Stop! This can’t be so
Your face, soft and (hungry?) red-lipped or is it Max Factor
Before my, oh my
You hold it, examining.

Don’t. You kiss that
Stop. What’s that ice on the nerves…genuine carnal joy
That flickering tongue
Those narrowing lips
Around the
Please stop
This aberration.

You look up, your eyes observe my expression
Waves of energy spread from your lips
I close my eyes, it keeps flowing
I can’t stop. I can’t stop it.
You do it faster
Oh no
No
No
No
Oh
You stand. Pull out a hanky
I’m down on my knees.

Orgasm in the Bus

I stood along the aisle jam packed
She just came up from the street
We had eye contact
She jostled other passengers as she walked towards me
She in her office blouse and miniskirt
Her ass bulging and her panties showing.

Men just shook their heads
As she squeezed between me and an old lady
Pressed her ass on my jeans
Slowly my cock began to straighten
Pleasure weakened my knees
As she swayed from side to side
Feeling my hardness with her cheeks.

Passengers eyes bulged
As she pressed even tighter
I thought I was in her ass
Fucking her with every motion of the bus
Smelling her shampooed hair and Esprit cologne
Seeing her sweat under the blouse.

The electricity’s getting intense
She knew it
I was dry pumping her now
With every brake
With every stop
My cock’s shaking
She pressed harder
My sperm’s gonna blow
She pressed even harder
My fly’s between her ass cheeks
Friction’s getting hotter
Oh MY God!
Here I come!!!
Ah, ah, ah, oh good
You’re something girl
Thanks very much
I wished I could return the favor.

I rested exhausted on her back
As sweat drips from my forehead, arms, and legs
My underwear’s wet with come
The aisle became spacier
And our stop was already here
We both came down the bus.

We looked at each other
Knowing full well
That that was that
No complications
No pregnancies
No quarrels
No jealousies
No divorce
Just my wet undies
And her wet pussy.

I could’ve licked you
I said to myself
But I understood
Don’t spoil something good with love
Or spoil love with something good
She smiled I smiled
We went our separate ways
As my hot sperm lathered my cock.

This really happened
Orgasm in the bus.

Let My Words Make You Run Out of Words

You don’t know

I want to

Go down on my hands and knees

So I can say

What I really feel

For you

My Princess, my Queen

No matter

If its your first time

Or wrinkles show on your eye bags

I will say

My words

Smoothly

Gently

Hot to your sensation

Feel the hot

Air from my nostrils

As I say the words

That make you say

More

Yeah

That’s right

I love you

Pull my hair

Make me go

Deeper into you

As I sing you

Praises

My tongue saying

La la la la la

Your hair

Curly gossamer

Caress

My smile

I will not

Stop

Laying down

Down

Down

Oh down

My words of gratitude

To you

Woman

My Princess, My Queen

Hold now

The Scepter

Do what you will

I will hold still

Until

You run out

Of

Words.

 

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