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One Horny Christmas

I wrote this on a whim just for the fun of it. Everyone should get their Christmas wish right? Why not one that’s an evening with Santa? LOL enjoy

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The Haunted House, A Halloween Story Parts 1&2

This is a light hearted poem meant to make you laugh. Part one takes place in a haunted mansion on Halloween night when our main character takes a dare to stay inside all night. In part two he comes back exactly one year later this time with three friends to show them just how he survived.

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Venus and Adonis – A poem by William Shakespeare

Venus and Adonis is a narrative poem by William Shakespeare published in 1593. It is probably Shakespeare’s first publication.
The poem tells the story of Venus, the goddess of Love; of her unrequited love; and of her attempted seduction of Adonis, an extremely handsome young man, who would rather go hunting. The poem is pastoral, and at times erotic, comic, and tragic. It contains discourses on the nature of love, and observations of nature.

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My mistress’s clit

Derived from the Italian word sonetto, meaning “a little sound or song,” an English sonnet is traditionally a one-stanza, 14-line poem in iambic pentameter.
Like Aretino, I think the sonnet form is ideal for smut. You can read these individually or in series

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Twenty-Nine Haiku

A traditional Japanese haiku is a three-line poem with seventeen syllables, written in a 5/7/5 syllable count. Often focusing on images from nature, haiku emphasizes simplicity, intensity, and directness of expression.
You can read these in series or just individually.

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Insane_(1)

I haven’t posted in awhile for some… personal reasons. This might be my last poem, and you’ll see why once ya read it. I lost my story on my pc, but I’ll retype it. A month max. Once you read the story the poem makes more sense…

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Desire_(0)

His warm tounge ran a slow path
from her thighs to her trembling cleft
her body shuddered and shook
and he kissed her where she ached
His hand followed the path
that was already set
and claimed her shyness
and changed her
into a demanding woman
wanting
Their bodies were soon together
in the oldest way possible
to dance the oldest dance
the primitive and so sweet dance
of mating in love and feeling

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DOMINATE ME_(2)

This is a poem written to my lover. It is my first poem with sexual content so bare with me and tell me what you think. I am open to criticism. Please, if you use this as a poem to anyone, all I ask id that you give credit where it is due

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Seduction_(2)

Her name is Keira
Looking deep in her eyes
Feeling the irresistible attraction
Smiling she returns my kiss
Reaching out to feel her nipples
She takes my hand
Squeezes it gently
Redirecting me to her shaved pussy
I get a feel of her labia
Thrusting my index finger
Into her warm pussy
Feeling her wetness as she squirts
My cock begins to harden
She takes it in her hand
Rubbing it with tenderness
My cock explodes with hot cum
Stimulating each other gives
The ultimate turn on.

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Training_(0)

I didn’t think it was going to be that kind of night
I walked up to my friends house expecting him but it was his wife
with a devilish smile she told me “He wont be home Tonight”
I didn’t have to think twice, I walked to her with my own smile
Got real close and whispered in her ear
“if you do this there’s no stopping it”
With no hesitation she kissed me quickly
with so much hunger and Desperation
I knew she wanted to fuck me
I grabbed her hand as I wanted into the house
looked back and saw her playing with her blouse
Pulling her to my chest
I hold her tight slowly gripping her ass
Stopping me, she grabbed my hand
and sat me down on the couch
Bending down she pulled my cock out
I love the expression she had
as she took me into her hands
told me I was bigger than her husband
as she licked the tip of my dick
so sloppy, she didnt know how to really do it
I got frustrated and grabbed her hands
Pulled them above her head
I shoved my cock into her mouth
thrusting it deep as she gagged
I didnt stop even when she started to cry
I thrusted deeper and deeper down her throat
pulled it out slowly as she started to choke
Didn’t wait for her to regain herself
Pulled her up and took her to the bed
Pushed her down roughly as i pulled her skirt up
sliding her panties down to her knees
She moaned “please fuck me!”
Couldn’t wait I slid my dick up and down her damp folds
slowly teasing her until she lost her mind
I made her look into my eyes
as I plunged my cock within her
thrusted her head back rocking with pleasure
twisted her nipples as I thrusted it made her scream!!!
her body started to guide me deeper and deeper
at that point I knew I had her
She didnt stop screaming my name
it felt so good, I nearly yelled myself
She wrapped her legs around me pushing me deep
fuck my friend, I knew I had to keep her
that’s when I felt her tense up beneath me
She screamed with her release as I came
She tried to fall asleep but I shook her awake
whispered into her eye “Baby we are not done playing this game”

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Blind Date_(6)

Blind Date
She wonders if this man will be polite,
Or if she’ll fend him off for half the night?
Will she be bored by every word he speaks,
Or think about his comments for long weeks?
Will he decide to ask her out again,
And will she think he gives her mental pain?
Or if they date again, will he be smart
And let a fondness grow up in her heart?
Or will he try to rush her into bed
Or say at least she ought to give him head?
And in good time will she want him to stay
The night with her and make love until day?
Will he be skilled at bringing ecstasy,
Time after time, all night…? So wonders she.

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Sharing is Caring_(0)

I slap your dick a little bit, you stick your cock between my tits.
You thrust until you cream my face, I’ll lick it cause I like the taste.
You rub my pussy, I sure am wet, then tap my ass to invite your friend.
I love it that you like to share, it turns me on when you don’t care.
It makes me drip to think about a nice wet pussy in my mouth,
And the dicks I get to suck, I like to make new people cum.
I’d like it if you’d fuck a chic while I lick her pussy clit,
Cum inside her when your done, I’ll slurp it out, just for fun.
Oh how nice to have two dicks, between each set of my two lips.
Hit it from the front and back, make me cum and make me gag.
Have a bitch sit on my face, tongue my pussy, hows it taste?
It makes you hard to watch the show, so in her mouth, your dick, it goes.
She sucks you and it looks like fun,
I wanna help her make you cum.
Spew your jizz on both of us, we’ll help each other lick it up.
I’ll pull her hair and bite her breasts, bend her over cause it’s the best Eat her ass from behind, in her cunt my fingers slide.
One by one I ease them in until I pound her with my fist.
Oh my fuck it’d be real nice to do this with you every night.

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THE VOYEUR_(1)

THE VOYEUR
I know you are there, for you are always there!
Is it because I’m young and oh so hot,
and ache all day with longing to be kissed
and dream all night of lovely smooth-skinned boys
and rigid cocks of muscled men that squirt
with lust for me as often as I wish?
I know you are there, for you are always there…
outside my window looking in each night,
watching my shadow writhing on the blind,
baring my body in a lewd lascivious dance,
casting off my garments one by one
until I fall down panting on my bed,
clutching my pillow high between my thighs,
riding to the rhythm of your unseen hand.
I know you are there, for you are always there!
I hear your footsteps on the lonely street
following the slender clicking of my heels.
and feel your eyes caress my stockinged legs
crawling like fingers up my shapely calves.
I have no fear – I know you mean no harm.
With throbbing heart I sometimes stop beside
some dark and gloomy doorway, looking back,
hoping to see your figure, tall and slim,
coming to join me, there where I can let
you use me in the shadows as you please.
But you are gone, once more the street is still.
You wait until I hurry on once more.
I know you are there, for you are always there!
Walking homeward through the park at night,
I hear you in the bushes by the path,
where copulating couples moan and squeal
and gaudy women suck the cocks of men
who pay to grunt and sweat in loveless lust.
I often rest on a favourite bench and wait
until your rustling stops behind my back,
and then I hear you whisper dirty things
behind the ancient oak tree near at hand.
Such filthy things I clench my legs and gasp.
But then I think it could be just the breeze.
I know you are there, for you are always there…
in the shadows of the alley near my school
where I often go to pet with boys I like.
I know you watch them kiss my willing mouth,
pushing their tongues between my teeth to touch
the slow soft languid squirming of my own.
And when their eager hands begin to roam,
squeezing my breasts to make me pant and moan,
I know you’re creeping closer hot to watch
them groping up my skirt to feel me there.
I hunt inside their trousers for their cocks
and as we start to mutually masturbate
I feel your heavy breathing on my neck.
And when the sperm squirts warmly on my leg
and fingers make me come with whimpering sobs,
I turn my head to see you do it too,
but only empty ash cans meet my gaze.
I know you are there, for you are always there…
and I long to know what heats your lust for me.
Is it the silky softness of my hair
you’d like to feel around your throbbing cock?
Or do you wish to suck my little breasts.
with hardened nipples aching to be touched,
protruding through my satin blouse like nuts?
Or shall I hold you tight between my legs,
and rub my stockings up and down your heat.
My sweet young mouth is yours, of course, to kiss
(I’ve never sucked a man before, just boys,
but I would do that gladly if you wish…)
I know you are there, for you are always there!
Tonight I shall sit beneath the ancient tree
in the shadows of the darkened park alone
and ever so slowly touch myself for you
beneath my skirt, and up between my thighs
into the warm moist heat that waits for you,
fingering the bursting fig of my desire,
whispering all the while your unknown name.
I know you are there, for you are always there!
Come, come… oh, darling, come for me!
JULIA

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The Dance_(0)

Sorry, i’ve been offline for so long, I had to get a new computer. And my gf and I just got in a fight.