Fuck!

Sometimes you just play, waiting to be fucked.
Its how you were made, to play shy, to be taken unwittingly.
To have him look at you whispering, "I want you's."
Letting him chase you until you catch him, unexpectedly.

Soft, sweet smelling, malleable, to be fucked by something
Something able to break your precious walls and mold you to his own.
Childlike playful happenstances, awkward adolescent silences.
Knowing the two naked adults, both waiting to be fucked, are full grown.

You blush at his manhood, though you've fucked it before.
No virgin thoughts behind those innocent almond eyes to deconstruct.
He laughs at you, once he cums, because hes done with you.
How does it feel to be an ashtray when you wait to be fucked?

Other times you hop on and thrust yourself into the fuck.
Unshielded, you saunter and salsa simultaneously on knees and tip toes.
He watches you waiting for the climb, that mean, slow stroke.
Setting his own claw marks into vibrating thighs touching noses.

Me, I play this ride like a Wing-Back on breezy Sundays.
I follow the ball and lead the quarterback to my position
Quick footed, light on my feet, lighter on my hips when I bounce.
Bringing Adam's bane in abandoning Lilith into fruition.

Spinning through mediocre defenses, clawing chests to victory.
Not giving a fuck about who gets trampled, eyes unsmiling, bulging.
As long as they hold their pasty load upon my completion.
Breaking hearts, like I broke toes on life's stage in toe shoes, indulging.

But that story is for one more sucker, literally, face down and oblivious.
Heartache not included, you want love, fuck me stupid, and shut the fuck up.
Not fully respected and only cherished by a select few.
I don't care, fuck the rhyme, the fuck is what I'm here for.



Now change all the Fucks spare one... to Love...

Two Hour Quickie...

I rushed home from my family's shindig. He was on his way. I couldn't find my favorite bra, my haircut was not fresh and I had just come out of the shower. He whispered over the phone he wanted to see me. I didn't own any nightgowns and we said the "I love you's" over the phone. He said he'd be there in an hour. I was nervous as all hell and anxious when the door bell rang. He arrived fifteen minutes after he called, forty-five minutes early!

Why the hell did he have to be so Goddamn flawless. Why couldn't he have buck teeth and demon eyes or horns. Why did he have to be anatomically correct and have a pretty smile to boot. I had to control myself from jumping him at the door. He wore a bandanna and looked as if his mommy dressed him which made him even cuter than usual. He looked almost innocent. I know, I know, looks can be deceiving and in this case that was a good thing. We proceeded upstairs and held each other for a really long time. We kissed as if we were lost loves.

I was almost teary eyed because I knew this given our circumstance that encounter would be brief beyond measure. He managed to kiss my feet before we became wrapped up in each others embrace. He smiled brightly and whispered something inaudible but managed to keep his cool as always. He seemed distracted about something but wouldn't say. My phone rang about three times but I couldn't answer because I was too busy relearning the Kama Sutra without the aide of a book.

He looked more anxious than I was, and I was waiting for him to tell me why! He held me so long I thought he was telling me goodbye; that this relationship was to intense to continue; to sexual to sustain outside of the bedroom; but that was not to be the case. He said he wanted me more and he was risking more than I realize to see me; to hold me, to tell me he loved me. I was unaccustomed to the idea that a man would have feelings. Was I too selfish to realize that Earth Mothers can't procreate and save the world without their equal and opposing Earth Fathers? I fell so hard at that moment that months later that brief occurrence still haunts me!

I actually teared up a little during our fun time lol without him knowing, which surprised the hell out of me. I am superwoman last time I checked, I really am I have the cape, thunder thighs, and tights to prove it.



As we jumped in the bath after I giggled at how my illustrious finally combed Bob became a Cree Summer fro in a matter of minutes. I was startled out of my love stupor only to remember company was coming and we had to part. No long goodbyes, no tender moments of post-coital cuddling only a quick hug and kiss; a called cab and a light push out of the door before my hour fight with my flat iron. My actions of late have made me silly. I think I have become am a mystery unto myself. I also thought I was a comical genius in the lightning speed my home was transformed from fun time to family time and that fun time though it was short actually kept me smiling.

The Mirror Reflection...

I stood in my mirror, naked, this morning looking at a complete stranger. I watched her blink twice and giggle at my frame while I stood there critiquing hers. I shook my head at the jet black curls that lay on her chocolate shoulders, messy and wondered why she hadn't trimmed that mess on her head. She looked at my arms cursing the scars on them usually hidden under my lab coat. I watched her lovingly grab her jelly roll smiling while she peeked haughtily at my now larger breasts. I blushed. She checked her pearly teeth and I licked at my chipped one.




Several minutes passed and deep breaths took me as I stood there. She was changing into something terrifying and she was enjoying it. I am unwilling to share in her delight. Honestly, I don't want to share in her evolution. I am frightened of any further transformation. I feigned my present mold by hiding under frumpy wares and keeping mirrors covered. My curls remain hidden only because I don't want anyone to see them untethered and wild. The few that have seen all of me, physically, or socially, either went mad, ran away screaming, or tried to commit my homicide. I prefer a more quiet existence, but shes dragging me along on her excursions shackled. I follow willingly and without question, because curiosity beckons me to keep staring at her progression in my mirror...

Kissing Sunshine

The first time he kissed me, I had an eight second conversation with my pinky toe. She and I were on outs because my new Jimmy Choos hurt her while I was mastering my two-step. She was conversing with me tonight, however, to tell me she was sorry. Because whoever was kissing me full on the lips had given her a feeling of relief. She along with the rest of me was in a happy stupor. It could have been a Citrusy sweet alcohol induced vision but it wasn't. I was sober. The alcohol was on his over burly lips. Are you allowed to call lips burly? How the fuck can you be sucked into a higher state of being from someones mouth?

Wait, don't answer.

That's a completely different story. I'm just on the kiss. The first kiss to be exact. He kissed me and I felt the sun on my back even though it was 4am. He kissed me and I lost my breath. All I could do was grab the back of his head and kiss him back. My nipples were rock hard, my heart rate tripled and my pussy got wet unexpectedly. It didn't help that I wasn't wearing any panties. Had he asked for anything in that moment, he would have been granted a kingdom, complete with keys. He held me for four minutes. Four minutes? Who does that? His tongue rolled in and out of my mouth on a rhythm to a song I was unfamiliar with.

It was sexual beyond measure.

I actually tried to pull away because I felt myself getting overwhelmed by this sexual experience. We were fully clothed, our loins weren't even touching, yet I felt as if I was on the verge of orgasm. He held me gently in place. Towering over me, he watched my reaction and slightly smiled as he kissed me. He breathed cool mint flavored breaths into me and I felt faint, answering him, yielding to him even though he was saying nothing. He slightly tugged my hair and hugged me close before he kissed my forehead and said good night. Had he let go one second sooner, my jelly legs would have given out.

Mental Orgasm

Though he titillated no other part of me, except with a gentle hug, my body was completely lilt, happily malleable. I was satiated with just his kiss. I knew he felt it as he said his goodbyes. I saw his mouth move but all I heard was the ocean riptide with seagulls squawking seaside. I felt his hand touch mine, but it seemed electric somehow. His willow lashed eyes showed little emotion as he smiled and as he backed out from my oblong cul de sac, I sat downstairs in the vestibule of my building for twenty minutes, thinking and praying that first kiss wouldn't be my last.

Mischief Chronicles From The Sty...

The truth about Nancy is that she brought to my attention a naughty boy in our midst's. She stated plain half truths and other nonsensical rubbish about our mutual acquaintance. She practically screamed that I was being told lies about how sincere that naughty boy had been. My story starts like this:

One day a royal procession entered the palace of Agrabah -oh wait sorry that's from Aladdin -back to my representation of the mild mannered truth was deemed necessary to share. I undervalued my whore but I told her she will no longer be seen as such or continually be under appreciated.

I lied.

It was mourning time in the city because the governors son was stabbed in the heart several months before and because the killer was found, the memorial was within a few weeks. Streets bustled with quiet mayhem, visible only through morbidly dirty binoculars. The best of us has died, was on everyone lips. I don't know why I said it publicly, but since I was the only one with the testicular fortitude to speak, I said what I felt, even though it was a lie. He was a sweetheart yes, but little brothers usually are, even the bad ones. I knew I was going to miss him but I had more urgent matters at present, monetarily of course. Being the golden child had its perks but when I get stuck with maintaining his businesses, running a budding practice and leading the coolest of triple lives, it becomes more an annoyance.

I didn't realize you'd peek down this far. Please continue...

I get a phone call from Nancy, my local spy and whore to the rich. I can't knock prostitution, being a Madam paid for all the partying in college. Why not continue, with better clientele? Pussy sells like platinum records and Nancy's was diamond. Tall, highly educated, curvy Italian girl with the standard Grey eyes, curly jet black hair and mouth so raunchy, you want to slap her or stick a dick in her mouth on site.

I pay her so fucking well.

I'm crunching numbers in my office wearing my pink Nicole Miller sandals, I got on sale at Bergdof's, a wife beater and Levi brand skinny jeans; shes always boutiqued out in Gucci from head to toe. I think I pay her way too well. She was down the block and sounded if she had been running. She said breathlessly, she had news. I peeked my head from behind my folders when she entered, she had just come back from a cruise to Cancun, tanned, almost light brown and ten pounds lighter. That Bitch... Yes, I was a bit jealous she had come back bouncing off the walls with sand flecks still visible on her almond skin. I sat like a perched monkey waiting for a banana. I was actually interested in what she was going to tell me even though I knew all the information already.

Knowing the truth, is half the battle and all the fun.

I received my hug and kiss as was customary. She always flirted but I never paid it any mind. She knew I liked girls, pretty ones, more than I liked men. But, she did what whores did, earned the next dollar by any means necessary. She was my Puss cleanser, there to fuck who I needed her to, male or female on command. She told me Pico, my Southern American connect, said hi, and wanted to see my fat ass before the month was over. I giggled, shaking my head. She also said the Tecate beer is still a dollar and the girls still bend over easy and smoothly for change. I love bi-sexual girls, they alone could keep me rich beyond all reason. Why was she hesitating? I already knew the Undernourished Nympho prospect of mine was fucking a respected peer, my equal except moneyless; describing her peach colored pussy and purple complected cheeks wasn't going to change that fact. My favorite puss cleanser fucked my Undernourished Nympho to record that information first hand.

The Back Story is always a nail biter isn't it?

Yep, that was her designation, Nancy Nopeligato was too plain a name. Her only goal was to fuck her fellow countryman and pillow talk the truth out of him. Since I have never known a straight man to ever turn down pretty pussy, especially in multiples, my information was sound. There was a catch, however, her partner in this debauchery, was un-pedigreed.

Niniel, The sea of tears...

Therein laid my mistake. I interrupted the continued happy one-sided progression of my friendship with this whore, to investigate this spare. Her name was Niniel. She was a chocolate contrast to my Italian princess. Where Nancy's 40 triple D almond breasts poured out of her blouse, my new Moles tiny perky breasts stood bra less at attention. Even though their asses rivaled each other, Niniel's was that much more. Maybe it was the coloring. Maybe it was the fact that she and I were the same height while Nancy towered over us. I can't lie, when I first met her I thought she was slightly malnutrition-ed, from things crawling up her insides and hatching Alien-style pustules neatly on her face; with breath smelling chalk like. I assumed a great bath, a check-up, I performed myself and a healthy dose of the good dick would help; it actually did. Then I saw this young woman fuck in a threesome with my favorite puss cleanser and I knew she would be perfect.

I often wondered why men pay for pussy.

She wasted no time wrapping her legs around my mark. He was a regular, middle aged Dominican man, too good looking to be paying for pussy but he was rich, old country rich, so I didn't care. I told him I'd let him sample a new new girl free of charge. I told him he could even come to the guest house behind my home instead of paying full price in one of my hotels. With surveillance cameras everywhere, it was the best place to watch her in action.

I never heard a man cry out like a bitch before.

I thought I was watching gay porn until I realized what she was doing. She fucked first and pleased later. No oral introduction, no tempting. She was all business, all day. She lifted this grown mans legs in a cradled missionary position. I watched the tightest pussy I have ever seen take his monster cock without effort. She tilted his penis down, jumped on top and rode so fast he slapped himself. Sweating, he beckoned Nancy to ride his face for what seemed like comfort. He couldn't handle her alone. She slowed to a rhythmic stroke to let him catch his bearings, while I watched in between video conferencing peers over seas. Eighty-Two inch, hi-def flat screens, with picture in picture, capture everything.

Vibrating penises make me smile something awful.

He came about six times in four hours, from just her ride. Since I screen my clients thoroughly and put all the girls on birth control, he gets to hit raw. Putting his legs down so she could slow ride him, she proceeded to satisfy herself now. She was fucking to cum. He, still holding onto Nancy's now red thighs for dear life, didn't notice the two girls kissing, nor did he watch their synchronized gyrations as Nancy fucked his face. For a brief moment, it looked like the two whores weren't working and they were enjoying each others company, but time is money and neither gets wasted. It was time for my mark to see my girls cum. Rubbing Nancy's clit hastened her cumming but he had already made her cum. He swallowed her load repeatedly, half crying half grunting. Nancy hopped off so he could finally watch Niniel.

Forgive me I like to watch too.

Niniel, the sea of tears, from one of those Tolkien books. I got why that was her name. She finally released her grip on his manhood. He just stared at his vibrating throbbing penis in amazement. He never went flaccid even though he came repeatedly. While Nancy proceeded to suck him clean, Niniel masturbated in front of him. His head swayed to her finger movements, she was beckoning him closer and he obliged, mouth open and expectant. Wet chocolate lips he wanted to know on a first name basis. He was properly introducing himself with his tongue of course. I watched him weakly tongue fuck her, he was spent. He moved so close as she shot clean into his mouth. I raised my hands in victory like I was watching soccer. My overseas peers wanted the screen share to see what game I was watching but I just motioned them back to business. My mark paid me triple that night.

Back to the present, yes she is a gift.

I posed over the internet as my Undernourished Nympho latest false conquest, typing sweet nothings through her to become his practice muse, curbing his appetite since I would not be servicing him anymore. I know lying is bad, I read the book and wrote home about it. Even though we had a very open relationship, he stated pleadingly that our peers were off limits. I obliged, but somehow, he lost his own memo. I was done with liars anyway. He was getting a taste of his own medicine. At least he got to fuck someone in the process. I was too nice for my own good. It didn't matter I had already set my sights on the prettiest eyes, devoid of bullshit. No more lying fuck wads for me, but I digress his sex game was epic.

Don't worry we'll revisit that last line another time...

I spun a web bringing more wonderful people into my circle of happy melancholy friends. The information provided me by my Moles was accurate and all parties would be in full participation. My Mole's only concern was that she would not become saturated by the affections of my Undernourished Nympho. She didn't have to worry, she was perfected in her craft by the best. She knew her pussy and her head game was the stuff of legends. Suck, play, stroke was the made up song she played in her head. I watched her snake charm porno stars and suck off dignitaries so good, she was offered contracts, a couple islands and a title. No dick for her would be unconquerable. She was leery of my Undernourished Nympho, only because she knew he put me to sleep once. Once. One time I'll admit to under torture. She wanted her perfect puss intact so she could continue to covet more healthy pocketed fare. Her mind was always on her money. I was like a proud Mama. I reassured her this would be an epic experiment of the human conscience, one to remember.

This started a chain of events that I completely and quickly lost control of.

My Undernourished Nympho was to confess his earthly sins erstwhile I kept my favorite puss cleanser waxing and waning quietly, but the something always has to get fucked up. My brothers death, my sisters all in mourning; the business in shambles. My scheme to escape unscathed, kept getting thwarted by bullshit. Sometimes I wished I was beautiful instead of smart, since life is bliss when you're absolutely ignorant.

The encounter is less mind blowing than you think...

to be continued...