It's been ages and there really is no excuse. Well, there are many, though I won't go into that now. Suffice to say, reality got in the way.
Yesterday, I wrote the first thing in what seems like an age, a snappy, pithy poem about... Again, I won't tell you what it's about. Indeed, if I could, the poem would be pointless, worthless. So here. It's yours. Hope you enjoy it. Both 1 and share it if you do xxx
Monday Morning Fuck
Slowly circling
Sliding down
Cork-screwing
Paragliding
Back from pleasure's peak
My heaven
Bliss
My favourite moment
Just before
I sink to kiss
His eyes, his lips
And take his flesh
Into my depths
Once more
Controlled and conscious
Hold him
Press and squeeze and
Feel him fill my body
As he fills my soul
I whisper
'Did you?'
'No.'
I know
Forgo the mess
The slow egress
Into my mundane Monday workday knickers
'Thanks.'
Teasing, easing upwards
Till I hold the tip
While pressing milky pillows to his groaning lips
I eye the clock's
Admonishing finger
Linger yet another precious moment
And another
'Sorry, Hun, I'm late
He'll have to wait...'
I leap up
Take him once into my mouth then
Kiss
Lips sealed and feel his sweet acceptance
Understanding my role's all-demanding
Nature
Oh, but god, his dick
So hard and thick, still slick with me
All hunger, hope, he gropes it
Tickles, strokes
Alas, my head's not full of him
But work
Already crunching paper forms
Placating kids and staff
I hit the bathroom
Welcome the deluge
Planning the day
Rehearsing what I have to say
I need to...
Soapy fingers find the place
Where he has been
Caress what only he has seen
Sweet lubrication
Washed away
No mess
A smile twists into dull regret
The tumbling drops
The spurting spray
Both bring to mind
His need, my loss
I leave the steam, the heat
And dripping, tiptoe shivering
To the door
And press an ear to
Creaking, rasping urgent breath
I barge
I burst
I leap
- Spray sprays
Hair flays -
Astride his hips
He gasps and grasps and slips inside
I ride
I rain
We glisten
Listen to our fleshy slaps
My slurping vacuum womb
I'm drizzling on his lap
His naked chest,
And grateful face
While laughing
'Come on, lover
Top me up
I need to feel my knickers
Filling
Feel my wet cunt spilling out your cream
Each time I cross, uncross
Throughout my mundane Monday morning meeting
Bleating sheep and silly cows...
Now pump it up me
Squirt your dirty mess
Cum, baby
Pour your love inside me!'
Clock admonishes again
I still it with a steely stare
Yet pray he's nearly there
He is
All biting teeth and taloned fingers
Pelvis rising
Clashing, stabbing life into my private hole
I pummel till he winces
Flinches
Inches in and out
Then holds me
Hugs me till I break free
Frenzied
Black bra, knickers, hold ups
Lips and lashes
Freckled splashes
Hair's a fucked-up frizzled mess
Zip up my dress
Stamp into heels
Snatch up my bag and keys
And coat
The mirror cries
You laid in
Got laid
Took his load
And now I bet it's dripping in your knickers
Quick!
Run! Dash back up the stairs
And grab a couple of spare pairs
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