Your Alter-Ego

Write a poem from the opposite gender's point of view. Topic: Sex (after all, I'm a nymphomaniac. What else would I want to read about?) Make it as nasty, kinky, filthy as can be but you have to write it as if you are the gender that you are not. Just for kicks, name your alter-ego and sign the poem with that name (this will have no impact on the competition though.) You have a week to get freaky with your alter-ego. Have fun.

Holly

    fantasy merchant (Rita)

{she’s a prostitute & a poet, & she tells me these things,
& I believe her…}

come to me with a stiff libido & a fat wallet. tell me your
darkest fantasy. when you leave, your nine-iron will be limp
& your wallet will be slimmer than a cat-walk princess, &
you’ll know what it means to lay down with a goddess.

lie down on my velveteen bed & I will eff you up the sea cay.
you can gaze in shock & awe , as you watch my annie sprinkle
down my dancer’s legs, like rain on a summer’s eve. you will lap
up the flowing champagne of me, ‘cause it’s sweet, like swallowing
a rainbow, but don’t you dare miss one inch of my skin.

get on me & own me like a man who remembers that Eve was
created for Adam, she was born from a place near his heart &
he takes it back, like a savage with fire in his eyes. ride me
like Johnny Thunder, shift it all the way up till you blow your
transmission, till we crash thru the gates of heaven!

I’ve been up that street of discontent & back again. I’ve lived
hard times, harder than the crowbars that invade me, & I
could cry, I could cry me a river, but that won’t keep me in
lipstick or muzzle the wolves at my door.

I’m one step ahead of the law & the men are not gentle,
but a girl’s got to make a living.
you can beat me & bruise me, you can break my heart for real.
just say you’re sorry, baby – I’m very forgiving…

Hello….9-1-1….

Late last night I climbed into our bed
and just before switching the lamp off
for some reason I peeked under the covers
discovering my husband’s dick was in no way soft

He had mentioned night time hard-ons before
but I thought them only a ploy to get in my lace
feeling frisky I softly stroked and played along
while keeping an eye on his face

“Who are you dreaming of?” I softly purred
and without waking or opening his eyes
he let out a contented sigh and moaned, “Her”
catching me totally off guard and quite surprised

OMG! Are these really my sweet man’s lips
spouting such awful lies
and does he have the slightest clue
he may have just contributed to his own demise?

Lord, the questions that raced through my mind
to turn over and ignore this without another peep
or to calmly dial 9-1-1 in the morning and report
my husband seems to have died in his sleep

Jeri

My Lover by Green Goddess

Darling when you come to me
My heart misses a beat,
My vagina tingles anticipating
The insertion of your meat.

We  soon are both naked
Caressing on the bed
I hold your penis in my hand
Ready to give head

When you are fully hard
I mount astride your thighs
Move my cunt forward
And slide you right inside

Your penis finds my g-spot
As we both oscillate
Building up to orgasm
As we copulate

The first orgasm over
Cunt tingling and wet
We change our positions
Our appetite is whet

You fuck me with a passion
Gently but upbeat
You seem to care about me
I feel contented and complete

As you encircle me in your arms
Your penis in my hole
I imagine our lives together
Our love true and whole

Oh please keep on fucking me
Throughout the long night
I'll have so many orgasms
Until it is first light

Then we can go to sleep
In each others arms
Secure in the knowledge
We're away from any harms

When we wake together
We can resume our tryst
Fucking and caressing
Nowhere left unkissed

When at last we finish
Get dressed and say farewell
We agree that we have found
Action where we excel

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I’d Be [a] Sly Fox     [Version Erotica] ! extreme content !


If I had tits and a cunt
I wouldn’t be you, [woman]
I’d be a whore
and my name
would be samantha
but you’d call me
and I’d go by, sly fox
I’d stay home everyday
hand-fuck myself and squirt
all over the bedroom floor
just so you’d know I was still around


I’d buy leather pants and sheer lingerie
and look better than you in the same skin
I’d borrow your favourite red cocktail dress
with the plunging neckline, with matching
broken heels, grass stains, lip-stick and cum stains
I’d wear it like I [fucking] owned it and come clean
with the taint, if you’d ask, just-not-like-you


I’d prick tease every guy in the nightclub
so they’d shout me drinks all night long
I’d chat-up the [2nd] prettiest girl at the bar
and drink molotov cocktails from her lips
I’d drag that pretty-ass-bitch to the ladies
to powder our noses and I’d take selfies
whilst she goes down on me in the booth
I’d get [1000] likes whenever I’d post my mood
with what’s busting out from my double [D] bra


if I had tits and a cunt
I’d write a number [1] erotic bestseller
about things I’d fucking do as a man with a cock…
just because a gorgeous whore can
I’d become the [CEO] of Starbucks
because I give a fuck
about the price of columbian cocaine


I’d go back to school and study genetics
I’d figure out the fucking cure for [cancer]
before I’d need to say double mastectomy
and while I’m at it I’d work out the gene
to make a man bleed
from the eye
of his cock
in sympathy


if I had tits and a cunt
I’d be a lesbian
and I’d still be your lover
not just a cunt



Written by Alexander Case

Be back

Tonight, It Was Going to be Tonight


I’d waited long enough.

Finally, I was, legally, old enough.

I felt like I was the only one left.

And I had spotted him in the mall.

Tights,
Black,
No panties.
Show every curve.
Sweater,
Tight, But not too tight,
No bra,
I like the rub of the sweater
Against my bare nipples.
Makes them stand right up,
Hard.
Black tights,
Red sweater,
Long enough to cover about half,
My butt.

If I move just right,
He will see,
Enough,
Top and bottom,
Back and front.
Enough,
Tonight will be the night.

Sure I could find a guy at school,
Guys at school were always,
Pushing to be first.

They’d kiss,
Grab,
Shove their hands in your bra,
You know the type.

If you wanted them to take their time,
To get you really ready,
They’d wet their jeans,
If  you know what I mean.

The guy I’d seen in the mall,
Older,
I hoped,
Experienced,
Who’d take his time,
Spend enough time,
To get me really, really ready.

No stiff dick pushing its way in,
Before I was wet and ready.

Not that,
No,
I know exactly,
What I want,
A damn sight, more than,
A wet sloppy kiss,
Tongue down my throat,
Finger squeeze of my breast,
And a hand down my pants.

What I wanted was:

Kissing,
Yes, with tongue,
But a whole lot more than that.

Nibble my ear.

Kisses on my neck,
Enough to leave a hickey.

I want to feel his mouth on my nipples,
Sucking,
Trying to swallow them whole,
And his tongue,
His teeth,
Making my nipples stiff,
And hard,
As hard as he was certainly going to be,
If he took his time,
With me.

I wanted hugs,
And squeezes,
Tight enough that I can feel,
My bare breasts against,
His bare chest,
With his hands caressing my,
Bare back,
While my hands caress his,
Bare back.

I want to feel his,
Hard dick,
Against my,
Tummy,
While his hands,
Massage my,
Bare butt.

I want my hands,
Squeezing his bare butt,
Leaving nail marks,
To remind him,
Of what I was about to give him.

I wanted kisses on my tummy,
I’d worked lard enough to get it tight and flat,
I wanted a guy to enjoy it,
Not skip it on his way,
To something better.

I wanted to feel his dick in my mouth,
(Something else Ive never done)
With a drop of his pre-cum.
On my tongue;
Only a drop,
I wanted him to save the,
Full Load ,
For me,
When I was ready.

I want to feel,
His tongue on my,
Clit;
Playfully,
Licking,
Stroking,
Sucking,
Arousing it.

I want his lips on my lips,
Those lips,
While his tongue,
Dips inside,
It will be my first,
Anything,
(Not even a tampon)
In there.

I want to be so wet,
That a wet spot is,
Growing under my hips.

Then, then —
I want him to lift my hips,
Message my clit,
With the tip of his cock,
And just barely part those lips of mine,
With the pre-cum,
Moistened,
Head of his dick.

I will lift my head up,
Brace on my elbows;
Because,
I want to see that first entry.

I want it slow so that I can feel,
The pressure that breaks my.
Hyman,
Causing my blood,
To moisten the head of his cock,
As it pushes inside me.

I want  him to watch my face,
As I react to that first entry,
That first fucking stroke.

I want that first stroke to,
Take forever,
And when I/he thinks he is,
All the way in,
I want him,
To push,
Grind,
Himself,
Until we both are certain,
There is no more,
Depth for him,
To fill.

I want him to pull back out,
So I can see,
My wetness,
Maybe with a hint of my blood,
On his cock.

After that glance at his cock,
I will lay back and,
Let him,
Plunge back in,
Pull back out,
Repeatedly.

First, slow strokes,
So that I can feel,
The rub of his cock,
On my clit,
Past my lips,
And on into me.

Then as forcefully as he can,
So that I feel his pelvis,
His genitals,
Mash into mine,
Moving me,
On the bed,
Until my head touches the wall.

My hips will rise,
To meet him,
Welcome him,
As we approach,
The moment when,
At last,
He will lean forward,
Place his mouth on mine,
Our tongues will meet,
My legs will wrap,
Around his hips,
Pulling him tightly to me,
And into me.

As I will have my first orgasm,
And feel him be the first guy,
To empty,
Himself into me.

Finally,
I want him to hold me,
As we fall sweetly asleep.
In the puddle of my first,
Love.

That’s what I want.
And I’ve dressed in a way,
That will make it clear to him,
What I want.

Tonight.
It will be tonight.

Taken For A Ride

My lover waltzed around my aura
Like Anthony swanned around Cleopatra
Fuse ignited
Nerves excited
Optical illusions dissipate
Naked bodies—don’t hesitate
While Ms. Turner added her sultry, powerful voice to the mood
With “Undercover Agent For The Blues.”

He was my ultimate desire
My legs wide open
Hot as a funeral pyre

The storm raged on
Snow melted with ecstasy
Handcuffs employed
His fetishes, utter complexity

He just kept gettin’ kinkier
I was the bait
Of a very long hook
Thrusts and forcefulness spoiled me
To take what he took

Sensual touches
Fingers wet and moist
Among other clutches

The fella knew all of the moves
Leather and polyester and latex and…painted nails
His feet engorged in my high heeled red stilettos
He desired me right after my work out, sweaty and weak
Oysters and strawberries and Spanish flies and… tainted snails

Piercing cries
Punctured walls’ eyes
Doggy toys sterilized
Injected in places
Even Goliath would howl out such deep,
Mourning sighs

When he had his way
His heart shut down
The toys were removed
Clothing was burned
And without warning or clues
He vanished and I succumbed to
Turner’s blues.

—Phyllis Cartwright

Wistful Thinking

Going Home
is like a chore
used to be such a joy
I wish I could just go
and never return to this woman
whom I call my wife

used to be so beautiful
her hair long to her waist
covering her pert breasts
as she flutter her eyelashes at me
nowadays her eyes open wide
and I swear they blaze

she sends lightning
across the room
castrate me
instead of making me high
on lust for her
she always turns away

I don't care
if she has a mustache now
or that her hair is growing
on her legs
I just want to get laid
but she always play dead

whats a man to do
sometimes the night is so long
and the day too short
I want to run away
with the waitress
at the dark coffee bar

maybe I will quietly go
out of the door tonight
start my car and not look back
just keep on driving
until I reach the edge
of the Cape of Good Hope.

It Happened Last Night

It is too long to post here --8000 character limit.  Please see my poem list.

http://deepundergroundpoetry.com/poems/134874-it-happened-last-night/


So, a question to those who might know --Why can't I post a poem here because of its length when I can post it fine in my set of poems?  Seems strange.

More

My gaze is fixed upon her
as she lies bare
in softened moonlight
Her essence glistens,
sweet nectar flowing
and I know
it's my tongue's kiss
she's waiting for

She tastes of wine
and moonbeams
I need to slake
this thirst,
she knows, that
only she can sate
She fascinates with her
unending flow

She needs to be
penetrated deeply
I want to fill her desire;
she doesn't wait,
she forces us higher
Hearing her cries slash
through the night
I know it's my time too

Finally spent,
pleasantly exhausted -
desiring bodies
wishing to be entwined;
she knows I've gazed
on her passions before.
It's only made her want this
all the more ...

-- David

FREDDY’S TEDDY FUCKS PHANNY

he had a disco ball
above his bed
a length of rope
tied to a doll’s head
he laughed at me
when I said
how can you sleep like this
freddy

i could see he’d been
around a while
and his teddy had
a gruesome smile
no eyes no nose no toes
instead
it had a strapped on cock
and a sewn on fanny

i love to fuck
among the dead
have my hands tied tight
with nylon thread
perhaps you call this funny
honey
but one girls meat
is another girls bread

i’m no virgin mary
and i’m no fucking trannie
and in case you care
i’m not a fairy
so what’s my name
not that it’s your biz
but you can call me
miz dakota phanny

Congratulations to Jay, John, and Alexander. I hope all of these poems made your dicks wet and your pussies hard. ;)

Good job on your writes, Jay & AC, & thanks for the nod, Holly...