Phallus

My phallus is a playful thing
That loves to tease and have a fling
It likes to bob and weave and throb
Before it thrusts and does its job.

It likes to make her beg and plead
before it satisfies her need.
Some call it rod, some call it dick,
Some call it cock, some call it prick.

It doesn’t matter what it’s named.
No matter what--it’s never shamed.
Although it might not like the call
That says out loud, my God it’s small.

And though some women like it big
It’s how it plays when it’s on a gig.
Some horns are soft, some horns are loud
Some horns can make the player proud.

Some women know it’s not the size
But how it takes her by surprise
It’s all technique that makes her shout
And know what fucking is all about.


challenge: Make up sex

Penetration

Oh my you're tight and it's all I can do
to open your pussy and give a good screw.
I'm rearing my hips to do what I must
to get myself deeper with a powerful thrust.

Again I pull back and give a hard ram
driving myself harder to get past this jam.
Oh good my cock is now going deeper
and know that this lover is surely a keeper.

And now I am pumping and feeling you jumping
and faster and harder my heart beat is thumping.
I'm trying to last so that when I let go
your juices are flowing and you're screaming, "OHHHHHH!"

But I can't stop pounding and making you scream'
and know for certain this is not a wet dream.
So thrust after thrust is blowing your mind
and making me know Wow, what a find.


challenge coitus

Arousal

Holy Cow! I'm getting hard.
My God! What are you doing?
You sure know how to play your card
to get me hot for screwing.

And I can tell how wet you are.
I see your nipples growing.
I think our lust will take us far,
Our orgasms mind blowing.

You say you want to ride me now.
Your words make me so horny.
And when you do I shout out Wow!
And hate that I sound corny.

But I don't care. I'm just so crazed
I don't know what I'm doing.
I onlyknow that I'm amazed
at the wildness of our screwing.


Challenge: Teasing

I live in the woods, off the grid, keep a big garden and help out at my friend's farm up the road. Used to have a 36 acre farm in Pennslvania and was planting peas the day of the 3 Mile Island accident...my farm was 8 miles away...but that was then and this is now. I could never live in a city.

FOREPLAY

I love it when our bodies touch
and feel our lust rising.
I love it when we make such
sounds with tingles so surprising.

I love to hear our groan and moan
that soon will be screaming.
But then I hear the fucking phone
and wake up from dreaming.


Challenge: Flirting

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