Beyond the Bedroom

Stalker stalks a Pervert:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=naIT6XfsjAw





From across my front lawn to the other side,  
my neighbor hides.
I see him perched in a tree,
like a bird on a ledge  
with binoculars a few times a week.  

I never close my curtains,  
nor do I lock my doors  
I allow him to peek,  
that's what eyes are for...  

Something about his prying eyes  
sends my pussy into overdrive  
And, I can't lie....  

I am a bigger perv than He  
I'm willing to bet,  
knowing he's watching me  
while I preform and masturbate...  

I'm watching him  
watching me  
watching him.  
It's a regular affair,  
no words  
or contracts shared.  

He knows I know,  
and I know he knows I know too,  
no Spanish-fly needed  
we are two pervs
tested, tried and true!

he met her secretly it had to be privately
he touched her soft smooth skin and caressed it delicately
her kisses were soft as the clouds outside
his hands strong from his battles in life
he loved being around her he loved touching her
he undressed her and kissed her all over her body
feeling her wetness in her soaked warm  panties.
he tasted his fingers and it set him on fire
he laid her down softly spreading her lips open
with his cock he thrust inside  her deeply with intense passion
he pulled out to his tip and waited for her moaning
to tell him she needed him deep inside her
her hips twisted and turned wanting him to bury his cock deep inside her
with each powerful thrust she became his, even more,
she scratched his back violently thinking of his hot warm seed deep in her belly
the fire inside she felt so deeply, it moved her emotionally, spiritually ascending her to peace
He felt her body under his and it was life changing and beautiful
her legs wrapped around him locking him in
with warm kisses, he kissed her lips pumping his warm manhood deep within
she moaned and groaned, whining she never felt so good
they orgasmed simultaneously bursting with pleasure,
and they knew nothing  ever again could ever be this good
so they died right there  happily together

Post-Milonga Fun

She’s dressed to the nines
All skin and airy garment
Solid just the heels

Guided and seduced
Dancefloor passion for one night
Never meant to last

Post-Milonga fun
Scene - the old Mercedes Benz
Leather seats ablaze


If it's too short, tell me. In that case I'll go into details :-).

Tattoo

The sinus drip of stifling air and
grimy windows as we sip the humidity,
no names allowed, anonymous in its sin

hidden in a truck stop bathroom,
the heat, the sweat—
flies are sucked down a drain.

His skin gives off the smell of a tattoo
and I recognize this puma is no ink blot.

A thimble-full burns my eyes— I bare
my teeth, to have him here right now.

A cracked mirror fractures the image
showing the act multiple times, as
more than one of him.

I don't care at this moment when he
presses my back to the floor
and I'm just as wet.

Choir Practice

Curious youth peek in on a lesson    
not meant for bible study, while upstairs    
the choir practices.    
   
Rutting in the basement    
to the illicit heat of the moment,    
late morning after church,    
I say to him as he withdraws    
and slides back in, not missing a beat:    
   
“Jesus died for our sins.”    
Licking sweat from his lips,    
using english on my hips    
to emphasize the thrust    
of his query, he grunts    
and murmurs with a frown,    
   
“Damn, what sins could you    
possibly be guilty of?”;    
this forcing from my lungs    
a delicious moan    
hung from my grin    
while panting up at him,    
   
“I love doing this with you too much!”    
to which he replies,    
cleaving between my thighs,    
“Then with my body    
will I wash you clean, and    
absolve you of your sins.”    
   
At that moment he pulls out    
to spray his holy water over me  
and says almost immediately,    
   
“Please wear for me, I pray,    
that Sunday dress I love so much,    
it shows your body off so well    
when later we go out to lunch,    
and then I'll gladly go to hell!”

on the bus

it always seemed so easy
on the bus ride home
last stop on the route
end of that long street

always on the back row
full bus when we’re starting
Jess would wrap around me
hides on my sleepy shoulder

coats slung across our bodies
her hands pump my hardness
my hands bring her wet
in fitful stop and going

the bus passing Hall Road
Walt goes with his viola
the coast is finally clear
we really start to work

trying to keep it quiet
we make each other cum
her moaning in my sweater
me groaning in her coat

it was an autumn Thursday
first slept into her lap
knew what I was trying
her back against the window

that little skirt pulled sideways
her panties down one ankle
my head under our covers
a tongue teasing her clit

I heard her muffled whimpers
her ohs! with squeezing pulses
my fingers deep inside her
her gushes soak my face

leaving at the bus stop
her puddles on the seat
she leans and softly whispers
“tomorrow, I get you back…”

We Made Love On The Moon

took her to the moon.
bounce fucked her in lunar gravity.
one small step for bitches
one giant leap for whores
pulled her hair as she slow motion somersaults,
her pussy farted and she accelerated out of orbit.
I grabbed her toes. brought her horny ass back down.
doggy butt fucked her on a crater.
spun her body around my hard dick like a toy windmill.
the friction from the pussy spin caused dick burns.
I threw her across the lunar landscape
I came. my sperm floated across to her like a handicapped
ghost drunk on asteroid alcohol. I floated away in the opposite
direction because of Newton's
third law of space sex-- for each fuck, there is an equal and opposite
fucker.
she had a choice:
open her mouth
or open her pussy.
it entered her black hole
as I floated to alpha centauri to fuck alien bitches with three pussies.

          Incubus
                           by Sayan Roy
(This poetry is for Beyond The Bedroom competition)

An awesome woman having her dearest dream
She's dreaming in her sleep about her prince charming
Like every girl on her days of Mills and Boons
Thinking about her man to marry her soon

And that we call life again
Follies,paradox and full of pain
She's provoked ,enchanted and seduced by her man of wrong
She gives him everything and all
And his evil malice that's go strong

Back to her senses,understanding all not fair
Her dream already turned to nightmare
The devilish bites and 'nail art' all over her body
Her ruin and pregnancy she can't tell to everybody

Her real prince comes late only to know the sorrow
And then her love goes forever and some pains to borrow
In awakening sleep of some women,he's like incubus
In cruel pleasure,in cruelest games in some women's life he comes...
                    --------------..

Public exposure...


Teasing
        stroking
                 touches

Your hands caressing
                        sending me
                                Into
                              a state

We're in the Student Union
         surrounded by friends
                who know we're up to
                                              Mischief

from the heated verbal repartee
                the glances sliding like silk
                         the barely stifled gasp I've made

           My enormous peaked nipples I keep trying to hide behind crossed arms and forget every time you lean over and oh-so-gently bite the juncture between my neck and shoulder, chasing your fingers behind causing delicate shivers to bathe my spine arching my swollen forgotten nipples forward (How I can forget them with all the sensation running through them is hardly believable - but, time and again, I do, remembering only when I happen to regain myself for a moment or when I catch our friends' eyes upon them)

                 Your laughing groan and shift (thank all the powers that be for the fact that these are booths with tables strategically placed) is indicative of where my hand rests, though rests may not be an entirely fair thing to say. Those hours upon hours of intricate piano practice have made my fingers acutely deft; a fact you're discovering in so very many ways as I graze you tenderly playing you as skillfully as ever I've played a sonata or concerto, étude or simple-seeming Bach Invention

Yet

Soon enough

These fleeting interactions are not enough
             You're hard as the marble columns supporting this vaunted edifice

I'm wet as the fountains incessantly pouring in the courtyard

We've done this to each other
                        in front of everyone
       Surreptitiously
And, it's this as much as our clandestine caresses

            That has us ablaze
You can hardly walk for what you carry (I'm intimidated by that, but soooo very drenched by now, I'm ready to try)

We adjourn to the library (appropriately and ironically named Love - I kid not)
        Surely, the stacks, those dusty recesses will provide the privacy we need
     so you can breach my defenses, storm my castle
                     set me astride or ride
But, this day (oh! Woe is us) the stacks appear to be a hotbed of study and research

What to do? We are but two college students, near penniless, both still living at home

And, my home is out of the question
     I live in the heart of religious fundamentalism and am to remain virgin 'til marriage (clearly, this failed)

Now, so many years later, I no longer remember why your home was out of bounds as well
         So, we racked our brains

But, breathtaking lust does not make for brilliance of thought (too much blood in other regions, I fear)

The fourth floor stairwell is where we finally made our way
               So exposed twas ludicrous
And there began more serious play

Alas! We heard a door open, and thankfully had not yet begun in earnest, hastily arighted ourselves and fled away

laughing wildly
                a bit hysterically
                              relief at our escape from discovery making us giddy
                    Well, giddier

And left, still, aching for each other...


Voiced: http://youtu.be/1jPRCPQHMfM

Great fun in these ... Keep them ... ehm, coming 🤔

I have a whole new appreciation for parking garages...


You're going to wear a skirt, aren't you?

Yes, Sir, I am

I'm thinking this is no great hardship as, after all, I typically wear dresses or skirts to work

You'll wear a thong

I grimace to myself a tad thinking ruefully for a moment of men and this penchant they oft-time have for thongs

By this time in my life, I've discovered, certainly, how to acquire comfortable ones, but the truth, hmmm...I'm embarrassed to admit is that when I'm aroused no thong can withstand or conceal that fact
Still, I say

Yes, Sir

And on we play

This is to be our first official meeting

We've played online and on the phone

Introduced by a mutual friend - his Mistress who knows me as her Mistress (and we've known each other for years)

She thought I'd Top him, but I'd somewhat else in mind and told him - turned out he'd switched before and was amenable

She was thoroughly scandalized (I've always wished there was more reason for her to be...)

Nevertheless...

Our first meeting He picked me up at work where the security guards were scrutinizing Him from the moment He walked in

That long blond hair and boot-length leather trench coat of His were, admittedly, rather out of place

I, in contrast, in business attire, skirt notwithstanding

I got into His car and, aware of my limited lunch hour, yet determined to exert His will, He took me to a parking garage downtown.

I had told Him that, though I would be incredibly aroused, the likelihood of my reaching orgasm was very unlikely as I simply wouldn't be able to focus in that way.

He had assured me He understood and that I wasn't to worry about that, just worry about pleasing Him, which suited me perfectly.

He parked midway between the second and third levels of the parking garage, in the darkness of concealing building. Twas midday and the area, though full of cars, appeared fairly deserted.

He leaned over, kissed me once, looked me in the eyes, then undid the front of my blouse. He looked at me again, nodded His approval, reached down, and flipped up my skirt. Seeing the thong and my pussy barely contained by the flimsy lace and satin of it, He said

Good girl

And proceeded to put first one, then two fingers inside me

I was ready for Him
                   Had been all day
                               All I could think was
                                                     feel was
                    sweetest relief to
                      Finally
       have Him filling me
                                  somehow
                             any way He chose

I whimpered, moaned, tried, in vain, to stifle cries
                He thrust His hips toward me, commanded,

Put Me in your mouth

Near weeping now, I gratefully complied
eagerly swirling my tongue around His crown, laving Him with lascivious licks and prolonged sucks

thanking heaven and earth for the fact that He produced copious amounts of precum, which I suckled from Him as enthusiastically as I've ever indulged in Frusen Gladje, one of the best ice creams I've ever had...

He held my head down with one hand, forcing me to take more and more of Him, His turgid length engaging my attention as I drew gasping breaths amidst gulping Him down, moans jerked from me with each movement of His other hand inside me

This combined with the dirty-nasty-sweet things He's saying to me shocks me into giving Him what He wants
         What He's come down here for  
Why He's driven some 50-plus miles one way to see me for less than one hour, mayhap?

      He's gotten what He came for

I'm cumming and I don't care that we're in a parking garage in broad daylight in the middle of the city in a car with the windows down and anyone walking by could see me with my sweet ass in the air and His fingers deep in my gushing joy as I writhe and He twists them further inside me and I scream and choke on His steel embedded in my throat

I don't care in that moment who I work for and that if I'm found it would be a very touchy situation indeed

I don't care
              because I didn't think I could cum like this for Him
                                     For me

I am ever so grateful that whoever was in that parking garage that day did not ruin that moment for me, waited 'til my screams were fading echoes to slam that car door...

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If you'd care to judge ... Lemme know

Toilet screw

People could see our feet under the toilet door
you on your knees and then me on my knees
then your knees looking at the wall
and then my knees looking at the wall,
people would knock the door and shout
and we could not listen to any of them
cause we would be focused on each ones sperm.

It’s a pity we cannot sleep after a stunning lick and fuck
we have to continue drinking and dancing
convert the orgasm into glasses of fun
our eyes are bright, our ass is not yet tight,
people are looking at our feet and recognize our shoes
they laugh like they have never been between two walls
taking out their dicks and put them on someone’s cheeks.

Don’t be embarrassed nor act like a bitch
just prize your dick for a toilet fuck, complete and sweet.
The walls were black and that’s not a random color
it suits with your sperm in a black and white moment of honor.

Now it’s late, let’s go home to sleep
the bed is waiting for our tired bodies and dicks
nobody will be there to look at us or at our feet
the night is over it’s time for us to take a pee and brush our teeth
the bed is to sleep, the rest is to screw  
except if you want to, I would even fuck in bed for you.


Artemios

*** DISCLAIMER: This is a work of FICTION, any names, places, or events are strictly coincidental.

Not every girl I slept with meant that much to me. Don't get me wrong, there were many wonderful women I slept with on the road to having sex with 300 girls. It's just that some of the experiences were less than desirable. So was the situation with The Greyhound Bus Girl.
I was heading from one city to another, having graduated from hitchhiking to bus riding. I met a girl sitting near the middle of the bus, on my way back from the bathroom. I noticed her when I walked by on my way to the bathroom, our eyes connected, and so I stopped to meet her on my way back from the bathroom.
Greyhound Girl had the “fuck me eyes.” She was ready to go right there. Her little brother was sitting in the seat next to her. I tried to be nice to her and her little brother. You know, just to be polite. We made casual conversation about common subjects: Where you from? Where you going? Blah blah blah. As soon as her little brother started to fall asleep, we sent him to sit in my seat, and I took his place in the seat next to her. Before that, I had just been standing in the aisle.
Once the little brother was sleeping in my seat, the girl and I felt more comfortable. Sitting next to each other we talked about how this bus ride was likely the only time we would ever get to be with one another in our lives, so we should make the most of it. We started making out, oblivious to those passengers behind us, who were enjoying, or not enjoying, the show. We made out for a while, lots of kissing. She was in the window seat. I reached under her skirt, and pulled down her panties. She was rubbing my cock through the outside of my jeans, panting on my neck. I strained to get on top of her in that small space, Greyhound's don't really have a ton of leg room.
After her panties were off, she put her barefoot right leg up in the air against the window. Her left leg rested on its ankle on the top of the seat in front of her, inches from the passenger's head in front of us. I unzipped my zipper, cock instantly springing out and ready for action. I bent forward, pushed in, and saw all the passengers sitting behind us staring at me. The girl loved it. She was moaning, though quietly, humming to herself in personal pleasure. At one point we switched positions. My naked ass was now on the seat, jeans around my ankles. She was on top, skirt still on, laying on me as her exposed pussy accompanied my hot cock to mutual orgasms. She dropped her head to my shoulder, and still keeping me inside her, she lifted her head slightly, kissed my ear, and whispered, "Thank you."
"For what?" I whispered back smoothly. "You just fulfilled one of my fantasies." "Oh really, what's that?"
She pulled her head back to look me in the eyes for a second, then, dropping her head back to my shoulder, she put her lips to close to my ear and whispered again, "I've always wanted to have sex in front of a bunch of people...”

Congrats ... Jin on your "impromptu" piece ...

Q on your untitled work, and Sis on your parking garage exploits ... Hot ink ladies ... Great writes one and all by all who penned for this.

Special thanks to my guest judges all of whom reside outside of DUP in order to give everything an even look.

Salud