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Poetry competition CLOSED 8th April 2019 00:07am
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ReggiePoet (Reggie)
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Story of love

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ReggiePoet
Reggie
Fire of Insight
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Joined 13th May 2018
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wallyroo92
Tyrant of Words
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Joined 11th July 2012
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Defiled

One porter, two stouts, three Irish car bombs,
Oh the fun times with friends to be had,
But what else can twenty something year olds do?
But pick up chicks at a really friendly bar.

By the end of the night, all four had hooked up,
And he caught the prettiest one of them all,
A curvaceous brunette, ready from the onset,
Because they were loaded until the last call.

They walked across the street to a seedy motel,
And she paid for the room to stay the night,
Once inside, with all abandon they kissed,
When she said “I’ll soak the sheets if you do me right”.

Her body was awesome, graceful and supple,
With curves that seemed too dangerous to drive,
He ate her out until she fully doused him,
In her little death she must have felt so alive.

“My turn” she said going down on his head,
When suddenly there was a pause in this adventure,
She bumped her chin at the foot of the bed,
Then she proceeded to remove her dentures.

Wait a minute, decision time, he thought
Was it the porter, the stouts, or the car bombs?
How old is this broad because she looks really good?,
When she took him in deep with quiet and calm.

This is so wrong, he thought or wanted to say
But the experience was something totally new
It’s soft and smooth with only tongue and gums!
But he didn’t want to look anymore at that view.

But she had sucked so good he was ready to go,
Putting her dentures back on and then smiled,
“Come on sonny, you gotta fuck this pussy right”
Yet somehow he felt he was the one being defiled…

By morning, when the alcohol had all worn off,
She was naked asleep when he sneaked off to his car,
She still looked good yet it still messed with his head,
But he never forgot his first time at a cougar bar.

snugglebuck
Dangerous Mind
United States 77awards
Joined 3rd Feb 2014
Forum Posts: 1873

Bestiality in Me

I must confess my perversity  
Residing deep within me  
Is a wee bit of bestiality
For I find whitetail deer  
Somewhat attractively  
But their butts are so high  
And they run so darn fast  
No matter how hard I try  
I can’t any ass
Written by snugglebuck
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Grace
IDryad
Tyrant of Words
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Joined 25th Aug 2011
Forum Posts: 16958

The Lusting, a Dream come True

 his dream...to fill the void in his empty life
to feel touches and whispering
of love lust affirmation with moans  
and satisfy a woman's desire and his own

the streets he walked was always indifferent
no one met his eyes his hot gaze avoided
he was alone lusting for gentle curves
and at smooth thighs all around him

his usual haunt spell emptiness to him
until she looked over and they fell
hook line sinker and the whole barrel
of rump, soon rolling on hay

he was stuck on her
and she was enjoying his line
knees skinned, back scratched
his lusting was fulfilled

his days were spent waiting for nights
his nights were sleepless with delights
she was perpetually affirming
his virility and her desire

his joyous chants within himself
his little self died and went to heaven
the buxom woman of his dream
was riding him like a horse released

days to weeks to months
she pulled him from the door
soon as he stepped home from work
and fed his deepest fantasy

until at last he realised
he was half the man he was
bones showing through his chest
his body complained...no sleep no rest

still she lavished her attention
on his shrinking frame
as long as the little of him
stood to attention as usual

at last on one long joyous spurt
he screamed his final release
and slumbered soon after
never to wake again.
Written by Grace (IDryad)
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EmmalineMilady
Twisted Dreamer
United States
Joined 22nd Aug 2017
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A story of forbidden fruit

The vision of a dream come true, for a couple of hours in the night.  
Twilight glistens on my naked skin, so pale, it sparkles white.
Long chestnut hair with locks of gold tumbles down to my waist.  
My petite frame bursting with curves makes them all want a taste.  
I speak the most innocent words with sultry bedroom eyes.  
Lust is an aphrodisiac most delicious when served with lavish lies.  
 
Circling my tongue over my lips, I watch him unaware.  
We make eye contact and I smile, running my fingers through my hair.  
Black and White are vividly clear to me though I live through shades of gray.  
His wife would never give permission like I - to do whatever he may.  
Sexual freedom can only be achieved through non-conformed minds,  
Dom and a sub, restraint, and trust, whipping of behinds.  
 
I like him first in his business suit, all-powerful and coy.  
Then I strip him down, layer by layer until he’s just a naked toy.  
His hands are clasped behind his head. His feet are shoulder length apart.  
I circle around him, whip in hand, deciding where to start.  
I love the curves of his calves and the muscles in his thighs.  
His round ass is just begging for me to take him by surprise.  
His upper back looks delicious. I take a moment to decide.  
Mmmm. His restrained flinch makes me as hot as the marks on his backside.  
 
I lick the edge of his ear  
And question why he’s here.  
“Do you like it, you naughty whore?”  
“Yes mistress, give me more.”  
 
So then, I make him clasp his hands behind his back  
And give the tip of his dick a nice little whack.  
It’s nice and erect, hard as a rock  
A good little boy with a good little cock.  
Just the tip in my mouth, I suck off the sting.  
Briefly releasing the discontent of his wedding ring.  
I take him all the way down, deep in my throat  
Moaning sweet little seduction notes  
Then I stop abruptly. Tonight is about control.  
A little learned patience is good for the soul.  
 
“Now, drop and get on your knees, my pet.  
You have made me nice and wet."  
I laugh as he thinks he might get to enjoy and  
I hand him my favorite glass dildo toy.  
I set my ass on the edge of the bed  
Red latex boots rest on both sides of his head  
Per my instructions, with my legs open wide.  
He licks my pussy until he makes me sigh.  
At my command, he slowly pushes the dildo inside  
Turning and twisting and watching it glide  
My lips of my pussy conform around it, taking it in  
I make him keep his eyes on his task, while mine are on him  
His face is flushed red, beads of sweat are on his brow.  
It is time to show him kindness (and I really just need him inside me right now).  
So, I tie him to the bed, arms and legs spread apart.  
Adorn his eyes with a blindfold so my seduction remains an art.  
His cock is deliciously beautiful, on display for my eyes.  
Poised in-between his legs, I scrape my fingernails up his thighs.  
I lick his shaven ball sack and suck them into my mouth  
Circling my tongue around them, show him some hospitality from the south.  
 
The moment his toes start to curl and his body pulls against his will  
Is the very same moment I am ready to mount like going in for the kill  
Grabbing the base of his cock with one hand, sliding my wet pussy down to meet  
My swollen lips touch the tip of his cock, and I take my rightful seat.  
I rock back and forth with vigor while sliding my nails down his chest  
Leaning over while still riding him so he can feel my nipples and my breasts  
He knows he can’t come until I let him and first I must hear him beg.  
 
I don’t even have to ask him. I just slap him twice on the leg.  
“Please let me come inside you. Please let me release.  
 Please, Please, mistress. Allow me a moment of peace.”  
This one is such an obedient boy, with a dick that fills my walls.  
I am feeling generous this day and squeeze his aching balls.  
I allow him orgasm after I’ve had mine and feel his pulsating cock.  
I remove his blindfold and restraints but he lays there like a rock.  
I kiss him on his forehead and then send him on his way.  
His wife is waiting for him after he’s had such a long, hard day.  
   
It’s ironic to me that those who crave me the most are already taken.  
Then, like juices of forbidden fruit dripping down my chin, they are forsaken.
Written by EmmalineMilady
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calamitygin
Jennifer Michael McCurry
Tyrant of Words
United States 28awards
Joined 22nd June 2015
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Cousins

Cousins

My resolve lay in rubble
No longer a proud monument errected by virtue
This heap scattered at the knee of my genuflect pre felatio
Shattered to stone bits by desire

His dark eyes had fueled such strange fire
With second sight staring centuries back into me
Sharing birthright glimpses of genetic memory grown by familial ancestry
His gaze smoldered a hellfire sure to follow his intent
As did his trembling touch
When slowly he traced the soft curving lines of my developing youth
Grasping there
And gave furious fling sending naive and sheltered modesty reeling
Leaving wanton grind pivoting abandon
Until down deep rose throwing back its head and i met my first true moan

My childhood playmate had disappeared before me
Now stood above my submissive bow, Man
And twisted sweaty palm into my hair
Shoving himself further and deeper past my parted lips towards explosive release
Shooting our innocence from private parts into gag and swallow in pearly white euphoric spurts

After, We lay panting like lovers a long while
Before taking the long path back to our former selves
Stood unsure, wearily stepping back across lines warning forbidden sexuality drawn with promise of condemnation by our mothers and fathers
Both of us red faced and bargaining with remorse
Until Our Christian posture once again shrugged appropriate behavior
And walked towards the delicious smell of our Grandmas southern cooking
I asked if I should set the table
With a new taste of wickedness still salty in my mouth
Written by calamitygin (Jennifer Michael McCurry)
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ReggiePoet
Reggie
Fire of Insight
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Joined 13th May 2018
Forum Posts: 363

Thank you for the fun comp!

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