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The Moaning Sickness
The Moaning Sickness
(Part One)
The night is again past midnight,
My tits are erect and tight,
My left hand tickles my nipples,
My body listens as the feeling carry me off,
My other hand slides down my pant,
I can feel a reaction between my legs,
There lies my hungry canal,
No one has trolled there for months,
On the slightest touch of my clit,
The moaning sickness began
The fantasies of my boyfriend carries me of,
I see myself on his masculine and hairy chest,
Stroking my boobs in lust,
Brushing my hairs with his soft fingers,
Her right hand doing the finger drilling,
Her horny dick threatening to tear his pants,
And go down ejaculating inside my hades fires,
While fantasizing all this,
The moaning sickness was still on
Oh boy! Oh boy!
Cum to me I'm burning in desires!
Then my door accidentally slips open,
My long time crush appears on the door,
I rush and slam the door behind him,
"No hugs, no greetings I'm naked and horny"
My nipples are itching sweetly,
My erect boobs waiting to be suckled,
And oh yes!
My tight p**y is dripping wet,
Why can't you get on with it boy,
And please don't be a boring one,
Keep the moaning sickness on
He then opens his bulged pantie,
And a huge pipe like monster appears,
My heart skips beats,
Wanting to insert it deep inside to my ovaries,
Oh boy! Where have you been all this time,
He dips his long fingers inside me,
I parted my legs for it to go deeper,
The pain, the pleasure, knocked my manners off,
My breathing pace increased,
As he dug out and in his fingers,
As it passed through my engorged clit,
This was the second best feeling,
And my moaning sickness increased
©Summer Boy
(Part One)
The night is again past midnight,
My tits are erect and tight,
My left hand tickles my nipples,
My body listens as the feeling carry me off,
My other hand slides down my pant,
I can feel a reaction between my legs,
There lies my hungry canal,
No one has trolled there for months,
On the slightest touch of my clit,
The moaning sickness began
The fantasies of my boyfriend carries me of,
I see myself on his masculine and hairy chest,
Stroking my boobs in lust,
Brushing my hairs with his soft fingers,
Her right hand doing the finger drilling,
Her horny dick threatening to tear his pants,
And go down ejaculating inside my hades fires,
While fantasizing all this,
The moaning sickness was still on
Oh boy! Oh boy!
Cum to me I'm burning in desires!
Then my door accidentally slips open,
My long time crush appears on the door,
I rush and slam the door behind him,
"No hugs, no greetings I'm naked and horny"
My nipples are itching sweetly,
My erect boobs waiting to be suckled,
And oh yes!
My tight p**y is dripping wet,
Why can't you get on with it boy,
And please don't be a boring one,
Keep the moaning sickness on
He then opens his bulged pantie,
And a huge pipe like monster appears,
My heart skips beats,
Wanting to insert it deep inside to my ovaries,
Oh boy! Where have you been all this time,
He dips his long fingers inside me,
I parted my legs for it to go deeper,
The pain, the pleasure, knocked my manners off,
My breathing pace increased,
As he dug out and in his fingers,
As it passed through my engorged clit,
This was the second best feeling,
And my moaning sickness increased
©Summer Boy
Published 19th Apr 2020
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19th Apr 2020 8:19am
19th Apr 2020 9:09am
19th Apr 2020 5:15pm
This is a noticeable play on words using moaning in the place of morning
As for all the sexual imagery the erotic poets will be more objective when they read this peace
It made me wonder if women are attracted to men with hairy chests
The debate as to keep or not to keep bodily hair growing anywhere other than the head
As for all the sexual imagery the erotic poets will be more objective when they read this peace
It made me wonder if women are attracted to men with hairy chests
The debate as to keep or not to keep bodily hair growing anywhere other than the head
2nd Apr 2023 7:31pm
Favourite line:
"The pain, the pleasure, knocked my manners off,"
Hence the moaning and swearing that often comes in the train of making love.
"The pain, the pleasure, knocked my manners off,"
Hence the moaning and swearing that often comes in the train of making love.
