Twisted Erotica

It Was a First

We talked on the phone after meeting online,  
She liked how I spoke and she sounded so fine.

We posted new pics on our Facebook accounts.  
Raised eyebrows, I wondered if those melons bounce.  

We did what you do and decided to make  
A place and a day and a time for a date.  

With me and my power cut how can I lose?  
And my body sans bling, and lizard skin shoes.
 
Okay so I'm here where we both said we'd join,  
I'm ready for action, to spend me some coin.  

This club where I'm at is sure building up steam,  
If things don't work out I'll just find me some dream
 
Of a girl to play with all night if she's game,  
And trust me, I hope she won't wind up too tame.  

I'm checking my watch and I think "should I call",  
Not that I'm worried, but it's late after all.
 
So I step to the bar to order a drink,  
And start tossing shooters before I can blink.  

Then lo' and behold as the booze starts to hit  
I see the Facebook melons jigglin', oh shit!
 
Fuck, it's her, it's her, says my brain-turned-to-lint  
I forget what to do next, i need a hint!  

The club with its colorful lights starts to spin,  
My sense of direction gets lost in the din.
 
It's then that a hand grabs me tight and then pulls,  
A sweet voice croons, "Come on, stud, you know the rules."  

I fall by a table and into a chair  
The way I'm positioned says "hell, I don't care."
 
My hourglass hostess sits plump on my lap,  
And that's fine with me 'cause I'm takin' no crap!  
 
The way her tongue digs and what her strong hands do,  
Got me feeling open to anything new.  

The music goes low as the house lights go dim,  
And the talented miss now looks like a him.
 
I'm thinkin', "those shooters went straight to my head",  
I look down and shout, "whatcha doin' there, Fred?"  

I creak and I groan then as Fred sucks me off,  
A-smackin' and grinnin' like it ain't enough.
 
He stands up and straddles me, chewin' his cud,  
He holds up his fat cock, "Now you do me, stud."



A first date as the opposite gender (me as a dude in this case)
 

Night of Passion

Late at night with much delight
My girl asked me to spend the night
Flatmate was out on a date
And would return tomorrow late

Soon we were naked and in the shower
Gamboling wet for near an hour,
Exploring private body parts
Promise of more, gladened our hearts.

Refreshed  we climbed into bed
Inhibitions were by now shed
Intimate parts were entwined
Orgasms of the G-spot kind

Amid all this sexual bliss
We heard a sudden hiss
Her flatmate stood beside the bed
Sobbing, tears were being shed

She had been dumped by her date
She really was in a state,
Once calmer she joined us in the bed
Cuddles soon cleared her head

'It as wrong of me to intrude
You should continue, I'm not a prude'
We took her at her word
Cries of passion could be heard.

Then she cuddled up very close
'Please a threesome I propose'
Never one to refuse an offer
I fucked then both well and proper

Pussy envy


They dance
Dramatic drop with swing of hair
Patchouli clouds arizon
To elevate their lonesome  despair
From suffering to survival
Lovely curves their hands hungrily knead
What familiar places they both concede
Fingers wander shoved up skirts
The blonde quickly makes the brunette squirt
The brunette sqeals during her first orgasm
Goes glassy eyed as her punani spasms
The blonde cums like Niagra  during scissor rubs
They find sex Nirvana love nub to nub
Lascivious giggles bubble up
The blonde finds her g spot
The brunette falls in love with the taste of cunt
My god they wonder, am i lesbian......?
I love my red lipstick
I dont know how to drive a truck

But......Where for art though men?

WHO GIVES A FUCK

The Contour and Figure

She came to me in the middle of the night,
Undressed and provoking me to no end,
“Take me” she says in all her raw nature,
“Take me and I will be your new best friend.”

“Do with me what you will” she fervently says,
“You can do anything, whatever you want,
Do with me whichever way you please, but please!
Use the right size and a really good font.”

And as I gather my thoughts carefully,
I prepare myself to fill her shape and form,
My fingers then twitch a bit nervously,
When I feel her ready heavy and warm.

And she opens herself exasperated,
Torrentially she flows right into me,
And I like a poor soul drowning and poured,
I swim in titillating mystery.

“Give yourself in, it’s all you desire,
Concentrate harder and finish me quick,”
And I revel in the guilty pleasure,
Carefully choosing the words that I pick.

“Hurry” she tells me “you’ll find the right spot –
Where everything touches and all will make sense,
Don’t be so coy, so delve in and enjoy,
Surrender completely and make it intense.”

And my guilt wilts to a languid memory,
Looking forward to giving her my all,
And I play and I shape, I figuratively rape,
The confines and structures of her walls.

She becomes my exclusive creation,
From imagination to paper and pen,
I give her life in these written stanzas,
My thoughts come alive again and again.

She smiles releasing me tender and sweet,
“You did good tonight, you brought it all home”
Then she appears in these verses and rhymes,
In the contour and figure of this poem.

No Mercy; Please

I  now take heed of it
I plead for it
I bleed for it
I feel the need for it
I’ll do a dirty deed for it
I’ll spill my seed for it
I'll do it all for you
In the hope you show me no mercy
I don’t need you to save me
I don’t need you to crave me
I need you to rave me
I need you to enslave me
You can give me relief
From this dire human existence
Even if it’s just for a while
Your body makes me tremble
Your dungeon is my temple
Time to testify
Time to worship
Time to praise the pains
Time to take the strain
The Straps and chains
The slashing of veins
Crucify me hands and feet
Nailed to your fuckin floor
Let the pain begin
Let the blood flow
Let your whip crack
Bury your strap-on up my crack
Puncture my back
With your glass heels on
Reverse cowgirl ride me
Like a fuckin animal
Shit on my stomach
Piss all over my legs
Keep shouting obscenities at me
Enthuse me
Abuse me
Misuse me
Bruise me
I plead for it
I bleed for it
I feel the need for it
I’ll do a dirty deed for it
I’ll spill my seed for it
I'll do it all for you
In the hope you’ll show me no mercy
You hurt me like no other
Please do me again dearest mother

The Heels

I guess you could say those heels
had my attention from the start

the way they curved ankles
in a submissive call to the wild
beckoning me to journey them

the dark caves of knee
a map of bones, in which
I would intentionally
become lost.

How I loved those heels
as I heard with silent breath
the audible click of movement
over the wood floor they owned

how they made the same noise
when they stood behind me
balancing against my frame
as face down on the table
they stroked my calves
in the slick glide of leather
against erect skin

how, with every fistful of hair
the heels sang in response
hell-bent on owning my body
determined in their search for God,
towered in complex ascension.

I guess you could say those heels
had my attention from the start

as I knelt on the floor before him
the heels still on his waiting feet,
the hips a long-hidden tale of arousal;
I lay a solitary kiss on his thigh

a stiletto smile spreading
across his face.

THE NIGHT SHE SNUCK INTO MY BED

I was awoken in the dark night
When she pulled back my bedding
I could only make out the sight
Of her silhouette in the moon light

Dropping her robe she had a figure to behold
With beautiful curves that outlined
Large breasts and bubbled ass
This mysterious girl had class   

And here all along I had thought
Sharing a vacation timeshare
With my large extended family was dumb
But much to my midnight surprise
This 17 year old boy was going to have some fun

Who was this erotic beauty?
Was she one of my second cousins removed,
Or was it a third cousin that slide in bed
Beside me, completely in the nude?

I pulled my pajama bottoms down
To accommodated her smooth ass
That she nuzzled against my hips
When she whispered with sweet lips

“Oh my, Harold you haven’t
Had a boner like that in a long time”
That’s when I realized this was no
Sexy kissing distant cousin
But someone shocking beyond comprehension

But I kept my wits about me
Reaching around I put my hand over her mouth
And whispered back, “Mom, don’t scream or yell!
I’m your son Drew, Harold is my dad for Christ’s sake
You must have used the bathroom
And returned to the wrong room by mistake”

“Now quietly get up and leave
Before someone catches us
And we really have a scene”
Mom got up dressed and quietly left
And neither of us mentioned that night
Till several years later

Till one day when I asked to borrow her car
For a long Holiday weekend with friends
At first she said, “No!”
Then I reminded her about dad
Not having a boner like that in a long time
So she threw me the keys and I got my loner