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Roaming Souls And Whiskey Nights
She liked that I was sort of a loner
Laid back
Calm in my confidence
Mr incognito she would called me
The strong and silent type
A keeper of secrets
Ripe for her plucking
She was a predator on the prowl
Indulging
A night solo on the town
A well kept cougar looking for something
Young hung and virile
Body language eye contact
Small talk and stiff cocktails led to a back alley
And lewd overtures
Suave and assertive she unzipped me
Whipped out my resume
Stood back a bit
As gleeful eyes sized up her prize
"Yes
You ARE the man for the _____ job"
"Tonight I'll be your nasty little succubus
I suck..you bust"
I grinned (clever whore)
I leaned against brick she kneeled on concrete
Fingers circled the base as
She took my circumference into her mouth
Her tongue bathed me in a warm undertow of raunch and affection
Blood flooded my veins
Tension ached up and down my length
The strength of her desire
Filled me with so much goddamn lust
I grabbed a fistful of hair
Shoved my hips into her face until i felt my throb
Mushroom in the back of her throat
I held still
Watching as her gag reflex
Made my ego swell
I slow dragged my way back out
She grabbed it..slapped her palm against the rigidity
Smacked the weight of it across her cheeks
She looked up at me with running mascara and a
Film of tears and famine in her eyes
Hurting for more
Jerking my loins up to a boil
Working herself into an all out frenzy
This was her Sex in the raw..her kind of graphic artistry
Free form
Held at her alter of debauchery
Her temple of phallic worship
She squeezed and pulled at the pulpit
Until pressure finally burst
The pipe
My body spasmed and spat creamy reflections
Over her face
Her neck and her breasts
She inhaled the musky high at the height of our ecstasy
Smeared my webbing into a mask of
Abstract masochism
Basked in the afterglow of us
We swapped smiles while she extracted the
Last vestige of ooze I had left
Sucking sips from my tip as her last call for drinks
I thanked her as she rose from the concrete
She looked me in the eye and replied
''Thank you young sir, the pleasure was all mine''
Published 27th May 2020
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