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My best panties, the snake & a lucky dip
The snake, gave his dirtiest wink
somehow he knew I
wasn't wearing
my regular
everyday
panties
Perhaps he had spied on me,
leering through the bathroom keyhole
rubbing himself harder
while I carefully
trimmed my artwork
to make everything
perfecto
because even without a date tonight
just for me
I wanted to feel good
Yeah, in your dreams, snako,
I thought to myself.
We called him the snake,
because he had a habit of twisting his body
awkwardly as he spoke.
He didn't walk in the conventional way,
the feet sort of writhed in mid-air,
as if finding the ground again
and being reunited with it
was almost a surprise,
turning every step into an ambling ritual
that slid him nervously closer
to his desired objective.
For no apparent reason
he licked his lips often
and his preferred behaviour
was to coil himself into the armchair
at the darkest end of the lounge,
remaining there for the entire evening
quietly watching the girls in the flat
as they went about their business--
the only male in a girlified world.
We all knew he was a creep,
but so far he had never been impolite
not to me
and they said he always
paid his rent on time,
something that could be a minor miracle
for the rest of us.
"What would you do if you won the lottery?"
he asked.
"Dunno," I said trying not wince...
"I'd quit my job, take a cruise,
chill around the world and party until I got bored."
"Well guess what.... I just did."
He stood up and slithered
slowly over towards me,
hand reaching into his jeans,
grubby fingernails scrabbling
for the crumpled pink ticket.
I noticed a chunk of grey onion
decorating his front teeth,
the snake's burger breath
was legendary.
"I fucking won" he repeated,
licking at his smile with a gleeful hiss.
"Roll over jackpot,
all the numbers,
fifteen million quidsss."
"Yeah, right" I snorted
"...and Jesus is fronting a new band,
playing down Ladbroke Grove tonight,
they're giving away lines of coke at the door
the Devil's on drums
and it's free for sinners to get in."
"Check 'em" he giggled.
"Only, if you're wrong...
I get to lick out your pussy for as long as I want."
There were times
when the snake could be infuriating,
but this was unknown territory.
"Don't be ridiculous" I said
snatching the ticket angrily
and reaching for my phone.
The thought of snaky's onion dribble
staining my special
and extremely expensive panties,
bought last week in the Harrods sale,
those grubby nails tickling my gash
and that leery lizard tongue of his
slurping juice in probe mode
was not this girl's idea
of a cosy night in.
"OMG" I heard myself scream.
" All the numbers..."
But the snake had dropped to his knees,
with his nose an inch in front of me.
I felt myself shudder
as his hand reached up and under my skirt,
tearing away the flimsiest silk
with one swift downward movement.
It was an expert manoeuvre
quickly followed by experienced fingers,
leaving no time to protest
before his tongue charged home
jubilant cavalry on slash and burn
"Fifteen million" he hissed
and his eyes rolled upwards
I hiked my skirt higher, arching my pelvis
and grinding the bone into his face,
grasping the snake's head tighter
with both hands.
"You could buy me a lot of panties for that"
I moaned.
Suddenly I was spun around,
thighs glistening
cheeks spread wide
I squealed as he slapped
his cock twisting up inside me
and a little to the right
thicker than a python after dinner
until I soaked the carpet
and forgot everything
even all those millions
the last thing on my mind
The first of my flatmates to arrive home,
found me sitting shell shocked
by myself in the lounge.
She asked if I was feeling alright.
"Don't tell me,
the snake won the lottery again"
she whispered.
We've all been there, babe.
He prints off the tickets on his computer,
special paper and everything.
They look really authentic.
How much was it this time?
When he did me, it was a quickie
for twenty million."
somehow he knew I
wasn't wearing
my regular
everyday
panties
Perhaps he had spied on me,
leering through the bathroom keyhole
rubbing himself harder
while I carefully
trimmed my artwork
to make everything
perfecto
because even without a date tonight
just for me
I wanted to feel good
Yeah, in your dreams, snako,
I thought to myself.
We called him the snake,
because he had a habit of twisting his body
awkwardly as he spoke.
He didn't walk in the conventional way,
the feet sort of writhed in mid-air,
as if finding the ground again
and being reunited with it
was almost a surprise,
turning every step into an ambling ritual
that slid him nervously closer
to his desired objective.
For no apparent reason
he licked his lips often
and his preferred behaviour
was to coil himself into the armchair
at the darkest end of the lounge,
remaining there for the entire evening
quietly watching the girls in the flat
as they went about their business--
the only male in a girlified world.
We all knew he was a creep,
but so far he had never been impolite
not to me
and they said he always
paid his rent on time,
something that could be a minor miracle
for the rest of us.
"What would you do if you won the lottery?"
he asked.
"Dunno," I said trying not wince...
"I'd quit my job, take a cruise,
chill around the world and party until I got bored."
"Well guess what.... I just did."
He stood up and slithered
slowly over towards me,
hand reaching into his jeans,
grubby fingernails scrabbling
for the crumpled pink ticket.
I noticed a chunk of grey onion
decorating his front teeth,
the snake's burger breath
was legendary.
"I fucking won" he repeated,
licking at his smile with a gleeful hiss.
"Roll over jackpot,
all the numbers,
fifteen million quidsss."
"Yeah, right" I snorted
"...and Jesus is fronting a new band,
playing down Ladbroke Grove tonight,
they're giving away lines of coke at the door
the Devil's on drums
and it's free for sinners to get in."
"Check 'em" he giggled.
"Only, if you're wrong...
I get to lick out your pussy for as long as I want."
There were times
when the snake could be infuriating,
but this was unknown territory.
"Don't be ridiculous" I said
snatching the ticket angrily
and reaching for my phone.
The thought of snaky's onion dribble
staining my special
and extremely expensive panties,
bought last week in the Harrods sale,
those grubby nails tickling my gash
and that leery lizard tongue of his
slurping juice in probe mode
was not this girl's idea
of a cosy night in.
"OMG" I heard myself scream.
" All the numbers..."
But the snake had dropped to his knees,
with his nose an inch in front of me.
I felt myself shudder
as his hand reached up and under my skirt,
tearing away the flimsiest silk
with one swift downward movement.
It was an expert manoeuvre
quickly followed by experienced fingers,
leaving no time to protest
before his tongue charged home
jubilant cavalry on slash and burn
"Fifteen million" he hissed
and his eyes rolled upwards
I hiked my skirt higher, arching my pelvis
and grinding the bone into his face,
grasping the snake's head tighter
with both hands.
"You could buy me a lot of panties for that"
I moaned.
Suddenly I was spun around,
thighs glistening
cheeks spread wide
I squealed as he slapped
his cock twisting up inside me
and a little to the right
thicker than a python after dinner
until I soaked the carpet
and forgot everything
even all those millions
the last thing on my mind
The first of my flatmates to arrive home,
found me sitting shell shocked
by myself in the lounge.
She asked if I was feeling alright.
"Don't tell me,
the snake won the lottery again"
she whispered.
We've all been there, babe.
He prints off the tickets on his computer,
special paper and everything.
They look really authentic.
How much was it this time?
When he did me, it was a quickie
for twenty million."
Published 18th Jul 2011
| Edited 14th Jul 2012
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18th Jul 2011 10:55pm
...I'd have done this as a short (very) story, rather than a poem. Better shape for it maybe. You are one of the few writers on here (or anywhere) who can swap sexes for a write. Always impressed by that, and write on here in another persona (female) to practise the same skills. Respect as always, Abra.
19th Jul 2011 1:30pm
Couldn't agree more about the short story format, H - it's just I hated the thought of becoming a run of the mill proser who occasionally shaves his legs.
Appreciate the visit.
Best ~ Abra
Appreciate the visit.
Best ~ Abra
