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Poetry competition CLOSED 24th January 2016 6:20am

WINNER
_shadoe_ (yiyi)

RUNNERS-UP: Savaja and JittrbugPrfume

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Twisted Dreamer

Joined 9th Jan 2016
Forum Posts: 73

Just Making a Little Toast

I bought myself some cinnamon raisin bread as a treat � I try not to make it a staple. I know you like this ass with some meat on it, but I acknowledge the potential for too much of a good thing. So, I'm in the kitchen turning water to wine (or bread into toast, potato/potahto) and I'm thinking about a little piece of flash fiction I started this evening � a frantic fuck in a hospital bed before the doctor comes back with the test results. Unrefined? No doubt. Cheesy? Definitely. But it's got a sort of kinky joie de vivre that I'm compelled to run with.

I butter my toast and toy with dirty ideas for my two little troublemakers to get into and my thoughts shift to, well, you. Cue the inspirational floodgates. The creative way you woke me up this morning, with a hand on my throat, teasing my ass until I was soaking wet and then fucking my pussy until I spewed unintelligible noises of love in your ear and you spewed hot cum all over my ass and your belly.

In this instant I forget all about the task of buttering and close my eyes as a thrill runs through me. I can feel you press your hips against the yielding flesh of my ass. Feel you rock hard and straining against those cute khaki pants you think are so grungy. The hair raises on the back of my neck as I imagine you undoing your belt. I hear the telltale sound of your zipper. I imagine you slipping a hand up my skirt and your thick cock finds me, warm and throbbing, confirming the secret only you knew; that I'd gone about all day with no panties. It's quite a short skirt, you'd warned earlier. I'd given you a sly smile and sent up a little prayer that you'd see fit to take advantage of the easy access.

I smile a little at the memory and, since none of my roommates are spending the night at home, I reach down to feel my slick, little pussy and begin to stroke it. A low moan escapes from somewhere in the back of my throat and I stroke faster, more rhythmically. My knees are beginning to feel weak so I drop down, splaying my legs out in front of me with one knee drawn to my chest. I rub faster, a little harder. Though my eyes are shut tight I imagine you kneeling over me, withdrawing that stiff cock almost completely and jamming it back into its slippery hole. I grind my pussy into my hand and moan your name.

My legs go stiff and every muscle in my body seems to tense as I recognize the clues you observed as foretelling the inevitable O. Through gritted teeth, one word comes out as a breathless gasp. Fuck, fuck, fuck. Rocked by waves of pleasure, I become vaguely aware of my juices making my fingers slick, and the room stops spinning.

I believe in everything; nothing is sacred. I believe in nothing; everything is sacred. - Even Cowgirls Get the Blues

Savaja

Dangerous Mind

Joined 30th June 2014
Forum Posts: 186

Wait

Desire
� � � � Builds

� � � � � � � � �I
� � � � � � � � � �Anticipate

My clitoris is afire

I await

Today
� � � �I
� � � �
� � � � � Played;
� � � � � � � � � �Touched
� � � � � � � � � � � � � � Myself

Dabbled in the mystic grotto

Of my sensuousness

Rivulets
� � � � �Of
� � � � � �Sacrosanct
� � � � � � � � � � � � � �Honey

Caressed
� � � � � � My
� � � � � � � �Thighs

My body, though, withheld

What is oft-considered

The ultimate prize

I
�Know
� � � � �Why

� � � � � � � � I
� � � � � � � � � �Will
� � � � � � � � � � � � �Patiently
(okay, mayhap not entirely patiently)
� � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � �Wait

Simmering
� � � � � � Merely
� � � � � � � � � � Makes
� � � � � � � � � � � � � � � Everything
� � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � �Even
� � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � Better
� � � �In
� � � � � The
� � � � � � � � End.
� � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � �

Courage equals action despite fear

berea440oh

Dangerous Mind

Joined 25th June 2015
Forum Posts: 3208

calamitygin said:Brea,
An interesting use of past tense...
Let yourself..
And the aesthetic of it is very inviting..
Cum with delight from inside me..
I dig that...from inside you..cool choice of words there...

Thanks a lot!

No problem.

And thanks for enjoying the poem.

_shadoe_
yiyi

Tyrant of Words

Joined 25th Apr 2013
Forum Posts: 577

gratitude ~ [//graduation day//]

{i}
pussy tease:
he said no nickers
'neath tulle & satin
so i'd imagine
warm breath
against pale thigh
when
the wind whispered
through my skirts

{ii}
below the waist selfies
at 120km p/h
french tips teasing
the edge of
little french deaths,
lip gloss on leather �

{iii}
[permission]
dress crushed in
splay & undulation
hiked up
as moans hitched,
kept his face
behind eyelids
when they closed
... so close ...
oh
//

can't have shit in menzoberranzan

Artemios

Thought Provoker

Joined 11th Jan 2016
Forum Posts: 393

Bed sheets

Don�t know if I want to piss
or what is happening down there
they just told me to play with it
to see the transformation and feel the electricity.
I�m now with a long rock in my hand
attached to my balls that they�re trying to escape
and don�t know if I�ll pee myself
or if I�ll just set off
some weird kind of fire that is burning my whole.

Whatever it is, I just can�t stop it now,
I�ll risk it like when I risked my heart
and I fell in love with a porn star
thinking that virginity was a wish
that would broke with the fall of the star.

I don�t have to worry, I let myself enjoy
the piss or the burning release.

And now that is all over
I finally know that I like to be wet
either from sperm or from piss
I love the feeling of warm liquid on my chest
my belly, my face and my feet
and it is so easy to do it and so funny to look.

The only bad thing in all this cake kind of thing
is that my mother is not here
to wash the fucking bed sheets.

Artemios

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