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Erotica Done Right 18+!!!

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Sky_dancer said:V, is there a talent you don't have?!?!

Girl, you poems are on fire, youlight this place up! ❤️

I preferred the first pic, both are awesome, like like bewbz. The frame works well too. Are they mammograms?



Haha I'm a great bull rider too between you and me
Thank you lovey
No they are actual photos run through filters and collaged

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PEACHES AND CREAM - Inspired by and written with Tommielynn

I had just begun my midnight grocery shopping when I noticed her in the produce section. Long blond hair cascading over white tattooed shoulders. She’s wearing a pink tank top that barely conceals her large breasts. Running her hand over some fuzzy peaches she lifts one to check for firmness. Smiling she looks my way with her mesmerizing blue eyes and winks. I immediately look behind me reasoning that I, a middle aged man dressed in a grungy tee, shorts, and flip-flops, could not possibly be the target of her alluring gaze. There was no one else there. She presses her full pink lips against the peach giving it a long kiss. How can this be? This goddess is flirting with geeky old me.  

I was just doing some shopping when I saw him, he looked at me and I smiled and winked. He looked confused, turning to look behind him then back at me, he was handsome, something about him that caught my eye. I wanted to talk to him, hear his voice. But how could I get this handsome man to talk to me? He was still looking so I thought flirting was the answer, taking the fuzzy fruit I had in my hand and bringing it to my lips giving it a sensual kiss. Staring at him while I did so, hoping he would come closer to me.
 
What do I do now? Is she just messing with my head. What do I have to lose, a little dignity maybe. I approach her slightly embarrassed with not being able to hide my growing excitement and not knowing what the hell I’m going to say. I go with humor and say “you’re gonna buy that, right?” pointing to the peach. She seemed a bit confused. “You know store policy says that if you kiss it you buy it.” She smiled broadly, “oh right” she says and continues “I was hoping you’d buy it for me.”  I was still for a moment letting the waves of her sweet music flow over me. With a shaky hand I reach out for the peach which she deposits on my palm and then folds my fingers around the fuzzy treasure.  Her skin touching mine sends a surge of sensual energy through my body. I know you’re not supposed to grocery shop hungry but I now hungered for the sensation again of her skin against mine.  I bow slightly and say “with great pleasure I will buy you this magical fruit my lady” I then grab and kiss her hand.  
 
I was so happy he came over to me.And he made me laugh, I find that very sexy. Handing him my peach, I touched him, it felt good, it felt right. How would I get my peach back from him after he buys it? I thought as his soft warm lips kissed my hand. I wanted more of his mouth, his touch, I wanted him to make me laugh again. But in a different setting.I wanted to feed him my peach.  
 
She says “I’m done with my shopping. And it looks like you’re just getting started” I glance at my practically empty cart and say “no I’m actually done too. I just came in to buy this” holding up the peach by her kisses blessed.  She grinned saying “well if that’s the case, would you be a gentleman and walk me to my car. I don’t like being alone in the dark parking lot.” I sarcastically retort “and you trust ME?” She laughed and asked “shouldn’t I?” We begin walking toward the check-out and I say “It would be an honor to escort you to your vehicle my lady.”  Playing along she responds “why thank you kind sir.”  
 
Leaving the store with him next to me  I felt warm, excited and very turned on. Wanting to know more about him but not wanting to speak for fear I'd stumble on my words. All I could think about is his hands, craving them on my flesh, again ...but this time I needed both his hands. What would he do or say when we reached my car? Would it be a quick goodbye or a long hello? I had to say something, I couldn't let the night end with just one hand kiss and a peach."Thanks for buying my peach, would you like to share it?" , was all I could say. He looked at me like I was the most beautiful person he’d ever seen. I waited for him to answer, hoping he would say yes.  
 
As we walked to her car I had this overwhelming urge to hold her hand or put my arm around her. I didn’t, thinking it too forward.  I realize that we have known each other for only a short 45 minutes but I couldn’t bear her departure...thinking I may never see her again. We reach her black SUV with tinted back windows. She pops the hatch and I load her groceries into the back.    
 
Slamming down the hatch  sounds an abrupt note of finality to our brief interlude. I say “well you’re all set.” looking somehow sad she responds “it was very nice to meet you” extending her hand for a shake. Thinking it can’t end this way, I take her hand in mine and pull her to me pressing my lips against hers while thinking I should prepare for the swift upper thrust of her knee to my groin. I was amazed when she put up no resistance and grabbed me from behind pulling me so close that my bulge pressed against her tummy. I whisper in her ear “yes, I would like very much to share that peach with you.” She laughs and then pulls me in for a long, hard kiss. She says “you know my back seats fold down” to which I respond “oh really, does that come standard?”  
 
His body pressed against mine excites me, his lips soft and warm, his excitement poking me, it felt right. I wanted that moment to last forever, I was happy he grabbed me, and so glad to hear he wants some of my peach. I just want to crawl in the back seat of my suv and have him inside of me. I fold the seats down and get in, softly speaking I tell him to come in and make a come here motion with my hand. He gets in and sits on the opposite side of me. I rest my hand on his shine and say,"would you like some music on?", handing him the keys he leans up front and turns the ignition just a bit so the radio comes on, he tunes it in and turns it up. He gets comfortable again but this time he leans towards me, one hand o ntop of my hand that still rests on his shine and his other hand gently holding my chin bringing me closer to his mouth. My breathing gets heavier, I can feel my nipples growing, aching for his wet tongue to tease them. My hand travels up his leg, needing to feel his hard length, wanting to free it from his shorts. As he kisses me I feel his pulse race, racing with my own.  
 
This is really happening! I am sitting in the back seat of an SUV next to my soon to be lover. This is not a contrived scene from a cheesy porno...it’s unbelievably real.  She hands me the keys to turn on some music. I tune in my favorite classic rock station and thrill as I hear the the beginning salvo of Led Zeppelin's “Black Dog.” The music intensifies my desire and I can feel my cock stiffen to the point of claustrophobia. My balls now ache awaiting the release of their creamy burden.  I sit back and bask awhile in her beauty running my hand across her cheek and then traveling down her neck to her irresistible white shoulders adorned with colorful graffiti. The fruity scent of her hair is intoxicating. Her big blue eyes stare at me with an expression of trust desiring my love.  We begin to kiss both wanting to consume completely the other. Our tongues meet and begin to dance and plan their sensual activities for the night. She grabs my hand and places it on her left breast. With a childlike sense of wonder I run my finger across the hard surface of her clothed nipple. I give it a pinch and she gasps. With staccato kisses I begin my journey down her neck, to her shoulders finally reaching her cleavage. I run the hard tip of my tongue along the the length of the crevice.  
 
As Led Zeppelin was playing I enjoyed his touch, his mouth, the way he pinched my nipple.Our tongue's clashing together making sweet sucking sounds.His lips on my skin slowly making love to my neck making his way down to my pretty cleavage. With his tongue he glides in between my breasts leaving a slick line of saliva, using his index finger he goes over the line gently, down to my waist. I reach for his bulge, wanting to feel his soft shaft in my hand, I need to feel it on my lips.The intense need to have him in my mouth drove me crazy, I moved faster, taking his shorts off then removing my own pants. I got on my knees and kissed my way down to his cock.His hands on my shoulders, I hold his stiffness in my hand and kiss the tip, he lets out a gasp and grabs my head, holding me he enters my throat slowly. Thrusting up a couple times then stopping me, he says, "I need your hot pussy on my cock." So I get up and before I slide him up in me my breasts are in his face, he grabs them and makes my nipples shine.Holding his thick cock in hand I ease my pussy onto him, every inch deep inside my walls, his hands on my ass pushing me down on him with every lunge.  
 
Words cannot adequately describe the euphoria I feel being inside her, feeling her muscles tighten around my shaft made slippery by her juices. Her arms rest on my shoulders, hands clasped behind my neck. Her face is inches away from mine and I can feel her hot breath as she pushes down her hips in rhythm with my thrusts. Her tits are absolute works of art and they taunt me as they come near my lips and then, with our motion, move beyond my reach. I see ecstasy in her eyes fixed on mine. She moans and smiles when her special spot is touched. I grin when one of my favorite songs,AC/DC’s “You Shook Me All Night Long,” begins playing on the radio. My fingers dig into her delicious ass as our fucking intensifies. I was awe struck when she first took off her pants and bent over so I could see her beautiful ass with her swollen labia peeking through. Unable to resist I had run a wet finger over her succulent pink folds. And that was just before she took my throbbing cock into her mouth and blew my mind.  
 
I push deep inside her and stop, pulling her into an embrace. Her breast feel so good pressed against my chest. We alternate between hungry kisses and my sucking her tits. I whisper “I want to taste you.” She somewhat reluctantly pulls herself off me and I sink to my knees between her thighs spread wide in anticipation. Her reluctance quickly vanishes when I run my full tongue from her cute pucker to her clit. She is so wet and her scent is intoxicating. I suck her clit and insert two finger into her pussy getting the taste I desired I removed the fingers dripping wet with her potion and lick them clean. I lay across her and kiss her hard. She says “I want you to cum inside me.” I say “but what if...” she puts a finger to my lips and says ”it'll be alright.” She straddles me and guides my stiff love back into her welcoming home. We begin again our rhythm and I, being so turned on by her request, am almost ready for sweet release but I hold  it back wanting to cum in tandem with her orgasm. She yells out “Oh God!” and the shuddering of her pelvis makes me flood her with my hot cream as I too groan out a similar supplication. As I remove my still throbbing penis she says “I want a taste” as she envelopes my head between her full pink lipstick coated lips licking the creamy cocktail off of me. She dips a finger into her pussy emerging with some of my frothy gift and exclaims, as she lick her finger “mmmmmmmm how about we make that peaches with cream.  
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My first collab. With TommieLynn a superb erotica goddess not seen much anymore. It's a long'un but size doesn't matter, right?


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CHALK

(A repost)  

Under a dove grey sky  
run along home now children  
spit-spot  
before it again rains  
 
‘Allo 'allo!  
what ‘ave we here?  
another drawing  
very nearly washed away  
by rain drops dripping  
off the rose bush just adjacent  
 
Care to join me ma’ lady?  
arm-in-arm In a violet cloud  
they disappear  
landing on a large,luxurious  
four-poster feather bed  
In a posh parisian hotel room  
 
At the foot lay  
a brown paper package  
tied up with string  
how lovely!  
inside a négligée  
of the finest Japanese silk  
 
The door flies open  
in rush the penguins  
bearing trays laden  
with caviar and champagne  
a bright copper kettle  
with steaming Turkish coffee  
and  her favourite  
apple strudel  
 
Votre café mademoiselle  
commenter prefere vous  
Avec une sol cuillère de sucre  
Merci beaucoup!
 
giving them two sardines each  
kissing their foreheads  
swooning they run from the room  
 
Content  
standing by the open window  
Summer breeze caressing her cheeks  
enrapturing Offenbach notes  
by an unseen orchestra play  
“Gaîté Parisienne ”  
 
Angelic  
illuminated by La Ville-Lumière below  
from above soft moonbeams  
making translucent her gown  
accentuating practically perfect breasts  
erect ruby nipples tent the sheer fabric  
 
May I have this dance?  
Into the strong arms swept  
of her naked cavalier  
pirouetting as one  
libidinous pas de deux  
moist tip of brick-hard chimney  
with each turn grazes milky thigh  
 
Satin sash loosed  
seductive cover to the floor cascades  
lavishing kisses  
on every curve, peak, valley  
tenderly exploring  
fragrant secret recesses  
 
Euphoric rise and fall  
dear me!  
this far surpasses  
any carousel horse  
Slaps cream-colored bottom red  
oh my yes spank naughty nanny!  
trot to gallop  
Sings out in fortissimo coloratura  
KITTEN WHISKERS!  
and he CHAROOOOO!  
 
Jolted awake by cannon fire  
hey you down there!  
bivouacked in the park  
best step lively  
the kite flyers soon arrive  
with the Eiffel Tower in black chalk  
on his face imprinted  
to the azure sky he glances  
satisfied grin  
don’t stay away too long  
my love  

 
(Painting by Vicente Romero Redondo)
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One of my funner erotica poems

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DANSE ÉROTIQUE

A repost of a wonderful, super sensual collaboration with the incomparable Katja
 
Your gaze stirs  
a storm of  
anticipatory shivers  
beneath my silken skin  
when it slides to  
the swells spilling  
from sheer cups  
as though seeking  
your ceaseless caress
 
 
Powerless to look away  
spellbound by emerald eyes  
the slope of your nose  
guiding to full, parted lips  
seeming to beckon my own  
staged in my mind  
glorious erotics scenes  
heat cascading to my loins  
awakening libidinous desire  
 
The first furtive taste  
of butterfly tongues  
gives way to thirst  
tinging the tenderness  
of pliant lips  
with a sweet savagery, when  
they meld in a moan  
and i glory in  
the stroke of your hands  
when they slip slowly  
and set a smoldering trail  
across the plains and  
hollows of my flesh  
until i writhe, restless  
with want

 
Still incredulous  
to be counted worthy  
of your ardent passion  
with the arch of your back  
as if some sacred offering  
to me are your breasts unveiled  
tenderly circling, with my tongue  
each swollen pink nipple  
electrified by approving cries  
hungrily I devour  
the twin, succulent globes  
 
Massaging your pubis  
with undulating rhythm  
determined that you feel bone-deep  
every sexual sensation  
intoxicated by your bodily perfume  
spreading your delicate, alabaster wings  
I thrill at your radiant heat  
as with full tongue I cover your lips  
playfully flicking your hooded pearl  
hips shudder with ecstasy  
 
Feline purrs of pleasure  
spill with each plunge  
and stroke that leaves me  
tense and tremulous  
pulled taut  
ready to snap  
unravel  
whimper  
beneath your mastery

 
Like Samson shorn  
my energy spent  
into you deeply injected  
euphorically I collapse  
on your sweat glistened breasts  
resting my head  
our sensual scents commingled  
whets, again, my carnal appetite  
but for now we sleep
 
Awakened by the cacophony of life
I reach for you
only to find myself alone
your sweet, captivating fragrance
and the echo of your cries of delight
are all that remain
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A captivating collaboration with _shadoe


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Prints

Face down across his lap
She wriggles

In anticipation of the
Dreaded and desired
First impact

His hand descends rapidly
Striking vulnerable flesh

Impact expected yet surprising

He hears the explosive slap
Momentarily before the groan

Feeling the impact
And the warmth
Spreading through his palm
And into his arm

Observing
The five-finger imprint

As it changes
From  terrified pallor

To passionate pink
And
eventually
Persistent purple

Contemplating
Speed Force and Direction

In preparation for
Delivery of the next gift

(C)2017 Raibeart Bruis

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Yummm Kink
Delicious

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What do you folks think of combining humor and erotica? Do you think it diminishes the serious work that others do?

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Fetishist's Courtship

She smiled at me devilish arousing my fetish
Demanding I suck on her toes
Then she giggled coquettish— I groveled, pathetic
And fulfilled the demand she imposed

With her edict obeyed on the floor I now laid
In submission and abject defeat
For the privilege I paid with my pride stripped away
As I worshipped her toes and her feet

I so craved toe contact that I rolled on my back
My legs spread in an act of submission
I was taken aback when she fondled my sac
With her toes as she laughed in derision

As she peeled off her clothes, down to panties and hose
How I craved her perverted caress
With my manhood exposed to her pedicured toes
She stood mocking my turgid distress

As I begged for her grace she envisaged my fate
All the ways she might mock and dishonor
For my cravings debased she then pissed on my face
So easy she found me to conquer

I was drunken with bliss but she didn’t persist
She grew bored with my mental disfunction
My obsession dismissed with one cruel vicious kick
That fulfilled my libido’s destruction

To my ruptured surprise I had been sterilized
By the feet which had garnered my worship
With my nuts pulverized all because she despised
Being sought by a fetishist’s courtship!
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My sense of humor.

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Danse Apache

quatern
 
En privé comme ils dansent l’Apache
             [In private as they dance the Apache]
Mistress, in violent lust awash
She slaps his face so hard, he swears
He yanks her to him, by her hair
 
She fails to rake him with her claws
En privé comme ils dansent l’Apache
Just like a pimp slaps ‘round his whore
He teaches her how to perform
 
As her scent drips from her pores
They drop, he pins her to the floor
En privé comme ils dansent l’Apache
They lick and suck each other’s crotch
 
My Mistress sucks him ceaselessly
While I just wait obediently
Her cuckold, I must sit and watch
En privé comme ils dansent l’Apache
 
 




The Apache Dance (danse ah-POSH) is a French dance from over a century ago, relating a disagreement between a pimp and his whore. The dance is typically very violent and requires much dexterity and athleticism to perform. A fine, but somewhat tame, example is at https://youtu.be/NPShAmfCafw
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Gahddess_Worship said:A captivating collaboration with _shadoe

https://deepundergroundpoetry.com/poems/356391-danse-rotique/




Love that!

how about



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Thrust

back to front reverse
top to bottom inside out
stick it in right now

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Danse Apache

quatern
 
En privé comme ils dansent l’Apache
             [In private as they dance the Apache]
Mistress, in violent lust awash
She slaps his face so hard, he swears
He yanks her to him, by her hair
 
She fails to rake him with her claws
En privé comme ils dansent l’Apache
Just like a pimp slaps ‘round his whore
He teaches her how to perform
 
As her scent drips from her pores
They drop, he pins her to the floor
En privé comme ils dansent l’Apache
They lick and suck each other’s crotch
 
My Mistress sucks him ceaselessly
While I just wait obediently
Her cuckold, I must sit and watch
En privé comme ils dansent l’Apache
 
 




The Apache Dance (danse ah-POSH) is a French dance from over a century ago, relating a disagreement between a pimp and his whore. The dance is typically very violent and requires much dexterity and athleticism to perform. A fine, but somewhat tame, example is at https://youtu.be/NPShAmfCafw
Written by ReggiePoet (Reggie)
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ReggiePoet said:



Love that!

how about




My dad still blushes when he tells a story about the Apache Dance he saw when he was in the navy. Must have been one helluva show.🤠

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Drop That Refrain For Me Baby!

Quaterns they turn me on to fuck
I love how well you quill
That dropped refrain is total muck
My flush at your ink spill
 
My knickers fall with each new verse
Quaterns they turn me on to fuck
Your rhyming makes me feel perverse
My legs are opened like a book
 
Keep cumming for another look
Your gift is making rivers flow
Quaterns they turn me on to fuck
I pay attention, read you slow
 
And when I reach the bottom line
My passions core is fully shook
Your talents thrill me quite divine
Quaterns they turn me on to fuck.


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Reggie, no, I love humour in erotica. Personally, I find it enhances it, sometimes it can get too bogged down in the grutning and groaning and not enough giggles and wiggles. I apologise for that.

That what I fucking LOVE about your poetry, it's fucking hilarious! In fact, I think it indicates a rather large... repertoire. And your form! Mmmm, mmmm, mmmmmmmm! The Gentleman has style, ladies

I remember writing this about you a while ago


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Cathartic Metamorphosis

empty urn offered
vestibule of suffering
wanting to be filled

safely protected
in his domain desiring
needing catharsis

his intrinsic pleasure
relieve discarnate distress
fervently relate

quiet environs
basketful of implements
for pain and pleasure

anticipation
excites as much as action
cerebral rundown

yearning for his touch
a shiver runs down her spine
master's energy

breathe trust breathe trust...shit!
incandescent resonance
neurons palpitate

existential angst
soothing rhythmic percussion
alarm heart racing

ear plugs gag blindfold
sight and speech taken away
wrapped in his cocoon

every hole stretched wide
stimulation overwhelms
merging sensations

orgasmic ache
delayed gratification
or endless delay

being what it is
the lash can only reflect
the master's wishes

his whips sing with joy
his paddles keep the rhythm
music for the soul

elicit pain song
soprano trills balancing
baritone rumbles

tympanum vibrates
magick melodies transport
to enchanted worlds

tantalization
titillation and torture
moaning joyously

more than erotic
gentle stroking searing pain
dragon’s tail kisses

cane dances on flesh
artist sketches of pain
creating patterns

setting nerves ablaze
sunrise red yellow orange
waves of searing flame

breathe through lovely pain
relax exhale and accept
the next painful blow

bright red marks bubble
intensity escalates
incremental pain

nurturing respect
via torments and pleasures
skillfully applied

hungry pain slut cries
screams laughter followed by calm
ego relaxes

empty meaningless
phrases spoken without thought
concerns released

such sweet surrender
rhythmic flogging cathartic
realm of subspace

like coming home
enveloped by strong arms
protected secure

interconnected
galactic occupant
drifting in cosmos

rising consciousness
awake invigorated
metamorphosis

© 2020 Raibeart Bruis
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New/Old erotica/porn

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Sky_dancer said:Reggie, no, I love humour in erotica. Personally, I find it enhances it, sometimes it can get too bogged down in the grutning and groaning and not enough giggles and wiggles. I apologise for that.

That what I fucking LOVE about your poetry, it's fucking hilarious! In fact, I think it indicates a rather large... repertoire. And your form! Mmmm, mmmm, mmmmmmmm! The Gentleman has style, ladies

I remember writing this about you a while ago



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That's too fucking cute!!!

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