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Poetry competition CLOSED 16th October 2017 9:05pm
WINNER
Anonymous
Anonymous
RUNNERS-UP:
wallyroo92
and OxyMoronicMe
ROMANTIC SEX MANIAC
Poetry Contest Description
Write a romantic poem about screwing the world in the name of love
Apparently Hugh Hefner is dead... but the doctors aren't so sure and are waiting for the viagra to wear off before they declare his penis dead.
In the meantime, I'm inviting you to write a love poem of ANY length inspired by the ins and outs of a man, a womaniser and a pimp in search of his soulmate.
THIS IS NOT A TRIBUTE TRIBUTE COMP TO HUGH HEFNER! I WANT YOU TO BE CREATIVE WRITING FROM DIFFERENT PERSPECTIVES ABOUT SHALLOW PEOPLE LOOKING FOR LOVE IN ALL THE WRONG PLACES.
Feel free to collab, either partner up, ménage à trois or just go solo and dream of orgies of bunnies dangling carrots for love.
In the meantime, I'm inviting you to write a love poem of ANY length inspired by the ins and outs of a man, a womaniser and a pimp in search of his soulmate.
THIS IS NOT A TRIBUTE TRIBUTE COMP TO HUGH HEFNER! I WANT YOU TO BE CREATIVE WRITING FROM DIFFERENT PERSPECTIVES ABOUT SHALLOW PEOPLE LOOKING FOR LOVE IN ALL THE WRONG PLACES.
Feel free to collab, either partner up, ménage à trois or just go solo and dream of orgies of bunnies dangling carrots for love.
I just want to clarify that this comp is not so much a tribute to Hugh Hefner, but more an exploration of the romantic sex maniac [they do exist] who live and die in search of love by fucking many, many cocks and vaginas in a shallow quest of soulmating to search the fuck out of the world... thank you.
I'm not sure how this comp got an extreme content warning... there's no poetry, it's just me swearing at myself.
I'm also not sure why the comps so unpopular... is it because new members think I'm a total crackpot or because the person I mentioned in the intro is considered by many as a chauvinistic pig that exploited women for sex and money... maybe they think I'm the chauvinistic pig... ahem, probably would have got more entries if I simply called the comp romance...
I'm also not sure why the comps so unpopular... is it because new members think I'm a total crackpot or because the person I mentioned in the intro is considered by many as a chauvinistic pig that exploited women for sex and money... maybe they think I'm the chauvinistic pig... ahem, probably would have got more entries if I simply called the comp romance...
good ol Hugh.
Good old me.
I had a fucked up high school experience
It is a time of great hopes
a time of virgin knowledge
so you can undrrstand when my
high school sweetheart started fucking
or getting fucked by the gym coach
affected me at a level well beyond words
yeah i was off in the army for four years so how can i blame her. she confessed shortly
before we were to get married and later let me see other women out of sorrow , to make amends. still it was the most devastating thing.
I guess its like when you skinny dipped in the pond and all the other boys are staring at the black leech hanging from your ball sack and you are just starting to compute the tingly feeling coming from there as you start to reach down with your hand to feel it..
I went on to marry her. two kids and ten years later, we were divorced.
my first issue of playboy sold 50 thousand
copies. I had maneuvered to get a pinup of Marilyn Monroe in that very first issue.
in the very end, I maneuvered to be buried next to her.
I was good at writing. in fact i would have probably made it to the guardion of glitterati level on this site if i had started posting before my untimely departure.
despite being known as a very lucky guy by the multitudes of masturbating men watching my parties from the sidelines,
i tried desparately to possess these dozen or so bunnies surrounding me by setting a strict curfew so that i could prevent them from seeing other men.
i guess you know where that came from.
Good old me.
I had a fucked up high school experience
It is a time of great hopes
a time of virgin knowledge
so you can undrrstand when my
high school sweetheart started fucking
or getting fucked by the gym coach
affected me at a level well beyond words
yeah i was off in the army for four years so how can i blame her. she confessed shortly
before we were to get married and later let me see other women out of sorrow , to make amends. still it was the most devastating thing.
I guess its like when you skinny dipped in the pond and all the other boys are staring at the black leech hanging from your ball sack and you are just starting to compute the tingly feeling coming from there as you start to reach down with your hand to feel it..
I went on to marry her. two kids and ten years later, we were divorced.
my first issue of playboy sold 50 thousand
copies. I had maneuvered to get a pinup of Marilyn Monroe in that very first issue.
in the very end, I maneuvered to be buried next to her.
I was good at writing. in fact i would have probably made it to the guardion of glitterati level on this site if i had started posting before my untimely departure.
despite being known as a very lucky guy by the multitudes of masturbating men watching my parties from the sidelines,
i tried desparately to possess these dozen or so bunnies surrounding me by setting a strict curfew so that i could prevent them from seeing other men.
i guess you know where that came from.
Thank you, pooky, for your excellent mini biographical poem of a man who was a pioneer, empowering women with through sex decades before the Instagram selfie... and thank you, for making this thread feel less empty than Hugh Hefner's heart.
Anonymous
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girls on the street
My eyes are sore my hands are worn
Been masturbating since I was born.
I go outside and every girl
Hardness my dick up from its curl.
And every time I get past one
I will be sure to check her bum.
I sniff her out to get her scent
I try to touch by accident.
The best scenes are staged on a lift
To rub my dick when it is stiffed.
Apologise for the mishap
And she would fall into my trap.
I would go home remember this
Play with myself for their pure bliss.
Been masturbating since I was born.
I go outside and every girl
Hardness my dick up from its curl.
And every time I get past one
I will be sure to check her bum.
I sniff her out to get her scent
I try to touch by accident.
The best scenes are staged on a lift
To rub my dick when it is stiffed.
Apologise for the mishap
And she would fall into my trap.
I would go home remember this
Play with myself for their pure bliss.
Written by joeborg
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Insatiable Love
He’d always been a romantic at heart,
But there was an emptiness in his soul,
And so he searches for the perfect mate,
But it seems he’ll never find her.
He has an addiction to women,
An obsession with the female form,
In different shades, shapes and sizes,
So long as they were pleasing to the eye.
He finds them all so beautiful and abundant,
Like fruits to be enjoyed and relish with delight,
Whether they are young or more “experienced”,
He finds them all delicious and tantalizing.
The way they seem to light up the room,
The way they fill the air with appeal,
Their auras leaving traces of desire,
Each curve raises the verve he can’t conceal.
Their eyes, their mouths, their lovely hair,
Like goddesses walking amid men,
He finds them all so captivating,
Like a drug or habit he will not, does not want to break.
But it is on this quest to find his perfect mate,
That he finds himself lost in the perils of love,
Satisfying his every need and want with them,
That he finds himself confused with lust.
He can never pick one, it is never enough,
His every orgasm seems to leave a bigger void,
And even with two or three at the same time,
The afterglow doesn’t last as long as it is with true joy.
He is truly lost in them, with each and every one,
No matter how much each one cums and comes or goes,
His ravenous desire for the pleasures of the flesh,
Leaves him hollow somewhere in his head.
He tells me of his adventures as we sit at the bar,
Even at his age, even at this stage in his life,
“It’s a curse, you see, that I will never be rid of,
It’s a beautiful torment, this insatiable love”
He says as a young playful thing comes up and says hello.
He’d always been a romantic at heart,
But there was an emptiness in his soul,
And so he searches for the perfect mate,
But it seems he’ll never find her.
He has an addiction to women,
An obsession with the female form,
In different shades, shapes and sizes,
So long as they were pleasing to the eye.
He finds them all so beautiful and abundant,
Like fruits to be enjoyed and relish with delight,
Whether they are young or more “experienced”,
He finds them all delicious and tantalizing.
The way they seem to light up the room,
The way they fill the air with appeal,
Their auras leaving traces of desire,
Each curve raises the verve he can’t conceal.
Their eyes, their mouths, their lovely hair,
Like goddesses walking amid men,
He finds them all so captivating,
Like a drug or habit he will not, does not want to break.
But it is on this quest to find his perfect mate,
That he finds himself lost in the perils of love,
Satisfying his every need and want with them,
That he finds himself confused with lust.
He can never pick one, it is never enough,
His every orgasm seems to leave a bigger void,
And even with two or three at the same time,
The afterglow doesn’t last as long as it is with true joy.
He is truly lost in them, with each and every one,
No matter how much each one cums and comes or goes,
His ravenous desire for the pleasures of the flesh,
Leaves him hollow somewhere in his head.
He tells me of his adventures as we sit at the bar,
Even at his age, even at this stage in his life,
“It’s a curse, you see, that I will never be rid of,
It’s a beautiful torment, this insatiable love”
He says as a young playful thing comes up and says hello.
Sunday sex
I braid back your hair pulling tenaciously at the strands,
Enigmatic and constricted like the ropework binding your hands.
Corseted by the zig-zags of rope knotted sturdy at each groove,
Holding your breast firmly with your arms back unable to move.
Blindfolded with black silk lips painted as red as fire,
Kneeling in contingency the object of my desire.
I place myself inside your mouth your cheeks begin to blush,
Your movements explicit and aim so stringent no need at all to rush.
With your moan of avidity I pick you up and bend you over the chair,
Run my fingers up your thighs than grab at your braided hair.
You arch your back as I push inside breathing deeply as I thrust,
I grab your hip and slap your ass enthused from your dripping wet lust.
I lay back and turn you around as I set you down on my throbbing cock,
I squeeze your breast and grab your throat as you steadily begin to rock.
I remove your blindfold as I feel you cum to see the look in your eyes,
Rapturous and ecstatic I feel you down to your shaking thighs.
Nowhere near done I lay you down lifting your legs by the back of your knees.
I kiss your legs and than I kiss your pussy I hear your thoughts and dirty pleas.
Gently I massage you with tongue and lips untill you moan like my whore,
I squeeze your feet and steady my pace untill I feel you cum once more.
I wait a moment and enjoy the view before I command you to sit on the bed,
Removing your ropes you patiently wait than obediently you give me head.
You grab my balls as you suck on my cock so willing to devote,
Your eyes lock with mine and you swallow as I cum in the back of your throat.
Enigmatic and constricted like the ropework binding your hands.
Corseted by the zig-zags of rope knotted sturdy at each groove,
Holding your breast firmly with your arms back unable to move.
Blindfolded with black silk lips painted as red as fire,
Kneeling in contingency the object of my desire.
I place myself inside your mouth your cheeks begin to blush,
Your movements explicit and aim so stringent no need at all to rush.
With your moan of avidity I pick you up and bend you over the chair,
Run my fingers up your thighs than grab at your braided hair.
You arch your back as I push inside breathing deeply as I thrust,
I grab your hip and slap your ass enthused from your dripping wet lust.
I lay back and turn you around as I set you down on my throbbing cock,
I squeeze your breast and grab your throat as you steadily begin to rock.
I remove your blindfold as I feel you cum to see the look in your eyes,
Rapturous and ecstatic I feel you down to your shaking thighs.
Nowhere near done I lay you down lifting your legs by the back of your knees.
I kiss your legs and than I kiss your pussy I hear your thoughts and dirty pleas.
Gently I massage you with tongue and lips untill you moan like my whore,
I squeeze your feet and steady my pace untill I feel you cum once more.
I wait a moment and enjoy the view before I command you to sit on the bed,
Removing your ropes you patiently wait than obediently you give me head.
You grab my balls as you suck on my cock so willing to devote,
Your eyes lock with mine and you swallow as I cum in the back of your throat.
Written by Dark-Cloud
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Wanted Love: Fuck to Test
(Hopeful Casanova)
don't blame me mate
I am just a guy
lookin for love
can't do without
searchin' ain't a sin
ladies all willing
they come
I cum, they did too
kissed their lips
while they sleep, spent
few crumpled dollars,
I left on their desk
said I'd call
when? haven't told
I did, you know
and they said, asshole!
what I got,
they marked as lust
I said it's passion
what's wrong with that?
I too am hurt
do you think not?
heart I have
with too much love
I am all for sharing
they are all for possessing
sure, I'll own them if they wanted to
doesn't mean they'd own me too
I'd long to keep anyone
but don't tell me how
can ask me for somethin
only if they learn how
use them? please!
like they didn't?
my shaft aint that free
they are not that pretty
all I wanted was to find
someone who'd understand
I wished there was someone
strong enough to chain my heart
I am lookin for love
who'se not afraid of lust
a body, a mind, fitted
with mine...
I'll keep looking for love
in every lust filled bud
but until it's found
I'd still fuck around
It's there somewhere...
Written for the competition themed ROMANTIC SEX MANIAC
don't blame me mate
I am just a guy
lookin for love
can't do without
searchin' ain't a sin
ladies all willing
they come
I cum, they did too
kissed their lips
while they sleep, spent
few crumpled dollars,
I left on their desk
said I'd call
when? haven't told
I did, you know
and they said, asshole!
what I got,
they marked as lust
I said it's passion
what's wrong with that?
I too am hurt
do you think not?
heart I have
with too much love
I am all for sharing
they are all for possessing
sure, I'll own them if they wanted to
doesn't mean they'd own me too
I'd long to keep anyone
but don't tell me how
can ask me for somethin
only if they learn how
use them? please!
like they didn't?
my shaft aint that free
they are not that pretty
all I wanted was to find
someone who'd understand
I wished there was someone
strong enough to chain my heart
I am lookin for love
who'se not afraid of lust
a body, a mind, fitted
with mine...
I'll keep looking for love
in every lust filled bud
but until it's found
I'd still fuck around
It's there somewhere...
Written for the competition themed ROMANTIC SEX MANIAC
Written by OxyMoronicMe
(G.L.)
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I'm not as experienced as you might think.
Or am I?
I like to make people think
I like to make people wonder
What happens under those sheets
I write about it
I fantasize about it
I dream about it
I also lust about it
I only give it to whom I truly love
be that no one or my one and only
I promise I'm not lonely
I don't just give it away
Or am I?
I like to make people think
I like to make people wonder
What happens under those sheets
I write about it
I fantasize about it
I dream about it
I also lust about it
I only give it to whom I truly love
be that no one or my one and only
I promise I'm not lonely
I don't just give it away
Anonymous
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Stench of Adultery
I could smell the stench of Adultery
As he entered the room
His eyes sullen, Grace broken
Bitter kiss as he slid by
My mind swarming with doom
Not even two words spoken
I refuse to let myself cry
I knew he was up to something loathsome
Late night dinners, odious hours
While I sit at home lonesome
His nights out had become copius
Would love to put a knife to his throat
Sneaking around for all to see
Sitting there smug and to gloat
Use a pillow, O'delight that would be
I smell her scent, on his clothes
Take a match, watch them burn
A lesson this time, he will learn
Pack my bags, walk outside
Last look at the house we reside
Go up in flames, what a glorious sight
Chelley Bean Poetess
I could smell the stench of Adultery
As he entered the room
His eyes sullen, Grace broken
Bitter kiss as he slid by
My mind swarming with doom
Not even two words spoken
I refuse to let myself cry
I knew he was up to something loathsome
Late night dinners, odious hours
While I sit at home lonesome
His nights out had become copius
Would love to put a knife to his throat
Sneaking around for all to see
Sitting there smug and to gloat
Use a pillow, O'delight that would be
I smell her scent, on his clothes
Take a match, watch them burn
A lesson this time, he will learn
Pack my bags, walk outside
Last look at the house we reside
Go up in flames, what a glorious sight
Chelley Bean Poetess
The Unexpected
Noises from the bed springs as my nipples glistened from the small peeking lights that shone through the pink curtains. Each stroke felt like disappointment even though he tries his hardest to pleasure me..I rolled my eyes at the sounds of his moans, my skin dry as the desert as I imagine being at the spa getting a deep sensual massage just to moisten my cunt. After he climaxed I took a cold shower to ease my tension.
As I walked to my apartment I was greeted by two men from the cable company we spoke for a minute and proceeded inside. I offered them drinks and we sat in the living room chatting...then it happened.
" you got pretty legs" the guy to my left said, I smiled shyly crossing my legs to expose them some more he propped up my dress only to find me nude under it all. The guy on my right started kissing and groping my breasts as the one on my left spread my legs widely as he teasingly play with my labia the hair on the back of my neck rose. The guy to my right undressed me fully tongue fucked my mouth rhythmically, as I'm all soaked damping the sofa cushion he lightly stroked my clitoris in the same motion as his friend was with my mouth. Was I dreaming?!...my body shuddered as I'm close to climaxing the rhythms intense, I screamed shivering and squirming from desires.
I woke up to staring at my ceiling and looked around only to realize they were gone.
As I walked to my apartment I was greeted by two men from the cable company we spoke for a minute and proceeded inside. I offered them drinks and we sat in the living room chatting...then it happened.
" you got pretty legs" the guy to my left said, I smiled shyly crossing my legs to expose them some more he propped up my dress only to find me nude under it all. The guy on my right started kissing and groping my breasts as the one on my left spread my legs widely as he teasingly play with my labia the hair on the back of my neck rose. The guy to my right undressed me fully tongue fucked my mouth rhythmically, as I'm all soaked damping the sofa cushion he lightly stroked my clitoris in the same motion as his friend was with my mouth. Was I dreaming?!...my body shuddered as I'm close to climaxing the rhythms intense, I screamed shivering and squirming from desires.
I woke up to staring at my ceiling and looked around only to realize they were gone.
Written by ThaSeductress
(Daii_Cevyn_Belladon)
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This is for my brother:
Teeth with no fangs
Strong and vicious
Teeth are snarled
Many times you kill
But in your fantasy
I see your pain
Let it rain on the world
They can't handle the truth
That deep inside lays a monster
Blood thirsty to curb the appetite
Scanning the streets for victims
O' what delicious tastes
So many orders to fill
You smell the scents
Carnal cravings take your desires
Empty souls for you to feed on
The lust consumes the body
Finally you feast on the weak
Ecstasy to define your lust
You eat and feel complete
Teeth with no fangs
Strong and vicious
Teeth are snarled
Many times you kill
But in your fantasy
I see your pain
Let it rain on the world
They can't handle the truth
That deep inside lays a monster
Blood thirsty to curb the appetite
Scanning the streets for victims
O' what delicious tastes
So many orders to fill
You smell the scents
Carnal cravings take your desires
Empty souls for you to feed on
The lust consumes the body
Finally you feast on the weak
Ecstasy to define your lust
You eat and feel complete
