Sumptuous chocolate beckons me to imbibe Decadent extra dark at the center Small silver bars pierce the puckered flesh The pair raise to attention under a lustful gaze Opulent cocoa happiness, infused with a spicy demeanor They are my sensual aphrodisiac, rich, lush, edible Lower a small plane of mahogany Then a velvety grove encasing cotton candy I yearn for this exotic dessert, my Temptress, my goddess

She squirms as his tongue slurps through her pinkness. Climax too close, she pulls his head, gasping, “In me.” Rising over her, “Your creaminess was delicious.” “Better than my crème broulee?” “As good as." “Skewer me now. Like those kebabs earlier.” Soon his beloved hardness thrusts, rhythmic as ever, into her wetness. Just one doubt threatens her ecstasy this perfect evening. But then her orgasm sweeps over her, quashin...

Her head hangs off the bed, nose in my balls as my cock makes itself at home in her throat. I watch her hands fist the sheet as she writhes, flat stomach tight with exertion. Her concentration on my rod is admirable. I relish the pain her scalp is surely enduring as I fist her hair, serving to cradle her face against my crotch. My other hand is around her neck, feeling the tip of my shaft every time I thrust in. I love th...

My Tuesday morning programming class filed in, like soldiers, or maybe army ants. No, that wasn't fair! They were a good group of people, most of them kids, with a sprinkling of adults to make things interesting, but they were a pretty lackluster group. Usually, in each class, there is someone acting like a class clown to break things up, or a brilliant student who challenges me beyond what I thought I was capable of doin...

My fingers itched to stroke thereAs she lay, legs wide spread,And gave me such a sensuous smileAs I lay beside her on the bed.Her kiss was hot and franticOur tongues they really wrestled,Against her hips, I knew she feltWhere my stiff cock had nestledI smoothed my hands on wondrous breasts.Where nipples jutted proudlyMy lips sucked at the nearest oneWhich had her groaning loudlyOne hand slid down her bellyTo that bush of...

Later Emma would consider how the timing of his call could not have been better. That everything was geared to happen they way it did. In any other situation, she could easily have slammed the door on his suggestion and thought no more about it. But, as she was to see, everything in the circumstances was set right. First, she hadn’t had a man for just over a year, when her husband had gone off with a young bimbo, just ove...

Before the change of ownersThat was where we’d playBack in a pink bungalowAlong a winding trail With signposts to direct youOr you would soon be lostWe made our little love nestSurrounded by the stars Ropes and fine dark chocolateA camera always nearFar enough awaySo no one else could hear A drink first at the Polo LoungeTwo guests from out of townOur eyes just on each otherRegardless who’s around Fallen out of favorWe’ve...

Chilling in Barberitos, enjoying an ice cold Tecate with lime, philosophical questions came to mind. That ages old conundrum vexed me so. If the creator had not meant for humans to eat pussy, then why was it created to look like a taco? I drank another Tecate and ate another lime, followed by a Margarita,  actually it was more like four. My answer was to explore my thoughts in an ode. These words I write to you, the ever...

Ooo my little pink, She's such a greedy thing. She craves a lapping tongue, Come on baby, on take a drink. Ooo my little pink, Wet and and glistening, With lips as soft as clouds, A taste, oh so sweet. Ooo my little pink, She hides her little thing, But you can coax her out,With the just a little tease. Ooo my little pink,  Begs a tongue way in deep, See, now ya have a taste, Told ya, she is sweet. Ooo my little pink, A d...

The gift card was in an invitation that was as interesting as the establishment I was about to enter. “Happy Birthday, Peggy Anne. We are about to make your fantasy come true. Come prepared for a great pedicure and perhaps a little bit more.” The building was a charming southern cottage with magnolias and old oak trees. The Spanish moss hung like lace from the branches. There was just enough for atmosphere but not enough...