first fantasy

leaned against the bar, smudged kohl eyes,
slick black hair, ripped tan thigh-highs,
whiskey thrown back, smelling of cheap cigars,
on black stilettos she stood devilishly from afar.

skin painted olive, her scent lurking as i pass,
bashfully looking over, examining her ass,
bearing weight to one side, plumped further out,
an ass every man would write home about.

winking, laughing, men's wallets start pouring,
entering the bathroom, my heart flooring,
lustful thoughts arising, her skinny high-waist,
underwear melting her ass wrapped in lace.

manicured fingertips tapping, tapping the wood door,
inviting hands appear, holding lust which began to pour,
peach lips, wide eyes, hair made of lavender and honey,
giving every person a good run for their money.

grabbing my hands, she tugged me towards her,
five whiskeys in, she flung where she preferred,
scooping my mouth, feverish lips curled,
our tongues lacing, dancing into a whirl.

my sex grows hot, boiling a pool of desire,
deeply sucking her neck, bliss all on fire,
mouth full of nipple, sweat beading her back,
panting, moaning begging, her cunt for attack.

reaching my pants, unbuttoning the fly,
mouth watering, teeth ripping her thigh-highs,
kneeling to open legs, tracing my tongue south,
eating her sweet sex with my dirty, dirty mouth.

fingers vigorously curving, her cunt dripping wet,
pulling hair, drenching full of perfume and sweat,
abs clenching, bodies euphorically shaking,
orgasm twitching and our bones slowly breaking.




clit hard and tender, begging to come,
her orgasm radiates along my circling thumb,
our hands full of cum, gleaming in fluorescent light,
my first bisexual fuck was the star that night.