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Rich Women, cheap sex
(written with JohnFeddeler)
seedy hotels.
I'll never understand why rich dames like to screw
in dumps like this.
so I spotted her in Joe's Bar. her ass, planted gently on that deliriously happy stool,
looked very inviting. in that mink jacket, she was as out of place as rhododendron in a
weed garden, & probably just as deadly.
as I was finishing my last smoke, I saw her pull up in her Jaguar. now we'll see what this
dragon lady's got in mind.
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dirty whore
i was thinking as i put my Convertible in park
a devilish smile crossing my lips
seeing my wanton treasure leaning against the wall
with one glance at the bar I knew I had to have him
for my one night of wild sexual abandonment
uninhibited erotic fantasies fueling my lustful fire
seeing the glint in his eyes i get out making sure he sees
the hidden mantrap underneath my skirt
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as she undressed, it occurred to me that there were a million beautiful things out there
that could break a man's heart & leave him drowning in his own dreams. in this room,
there was only one...
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unbuttoned, my shirt feathers from my shoulders, bra unhooked sliding down revealing
firm round breasts, pink kissed nipples seemingly floating on alabaster skin
fingers finding and working my skirt zipper down until it flows like liquid silver to the
floor
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when she spread her legs, my tongue suddenly had a mind of its own. most jokers like
me die without ever tasting the juices of a pampered honey-pot like hers. I muff-dived
like I was drilling for oil, & her thighs banging against my ears indicated her fascination.
after a century or two, the buzzing in my head & other throbbing areas told me that
there were other expeditions to be 'mounted', so to speak.
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his rod suspended in mid-air above my lips, my tongue traces the tip feeling a slight
shudder, opening I close over the end like a lollipop. licking tasting, milking the
sweetness from the core. hearing him moan I open slightly as he lowers himself, my
tongue moves over liquid gold licking and stroking, sending surges of electricity to every
nerve, quicksilver striking with his every thrust.
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while I'm power-rodding her, the sun kinda dive-bombs into the room, bounces off the
walls, burns us to just the right shade of cherry blush, then kisses us goodbye & creams
the juniper sky...
before she swayed elegantly back to her Jag, she put a stack of ben franklins on the
table high enough to kiss the sky, & said, 'my husband can afford it. keep that
jackhammer primed for me, baby.'
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seedy hotels.
I'll never understand why rich dames like to screw
in dumps like this.
so I spotted her in Joe's Bar. her ass, planted gently on that deliriously happy stool,
looked very inviting. in that mink jacket, she was as out of place as rhododendron in a
weed garden, & probably just as deadly.
as I was finishing my last smoke, I saw her pull up in her Jaguar. now we'll see what this
dragon lady's got in mind.
[/font]
dirty whore
i was thinking as i put my Convertible in park
a devilish smile crossing my lips
seeing my wanton treasure leaning against the wall
with one glance at the bar I knew I had to have him
for my one night of wild sexual abandonment
uninhibited erotic fantasies fueling my lustful fire
seeing the glint in his eyes i get out making sure he sees
the hidden mantrap underneath my skirt
[/font]
as she undressed, it occurred to me that there were a million beautiful things out there
that could break a man's heart & leave him drowning in his own dreams. in this room,
there was only one...
[/font]
unbuttoned, my shirt feathers from my shoulders, bra unhooked sliding down revealing
firm round breasts, pink kissed nipples seemingly floating on alabaster skin
fingers finding and working my skirt zipper down until it flows like liquid silver to the
floor
[/font]
when she spread her legs, my tongue suddenly had a mind of its own. most jokers like
me die without ever tasting the juices of a pampered honey-pot like hers. I muff-dived
like I was drilling for oil, & her thighs banging against my ears indicated her fascination.
after a century or two, the buzzing in my head & other throbbing areas told me that
there were other expeditions to be 'mounted', so to speak.
[/font]
his rod suspended in mid-air above my lips, my tongue traces the tip feeling a slight
shudder, opening I close over the end like a lollipop. licking tasting, milking the
sweetness from the core. hearing him moan I open slightly as he lowers himself, my
tongue moves over liquid gold licking and stroking, sending surges of electricity to every
nerve, quicksilver striking with his every thrust.
[/font]
while I'm power-rodding her, the sun kinda dive-bombs into the room, bounces off the
walls, burns us to just the right shade of cherry blush, then kisses us goodbye & creams
the juniper sky...
before she swayed elegantly back to her Jag, she put a stack of ben franklins on the
table high enough to kiss the sky, & said, 'my husband can afford it. keep that
jackhammer primed for me, baby.'
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Published 8th Mar 2013
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8th Mar 2013 5:10am
I'm not so sure that this still holds true, nevertheless this is my first comment and I thought the piece looked familiar. So good to meet another alumnus! Who says money can't buy you love? Cheers!
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8th Mar 2013 10:12pm
Distinctive showing of pink for woman's parts of the poem and blue for the man's makes in more than one sense for colourful read.
Favourite line:
Seeing the glint in his eyes, I get out making sure he sees the hidden mantrap underneath my skirt. (Clearly she goes commando!)
Favourite line:
Seeing the glint in his eyes, I get out making sure he sees the hidden mantrap underneath my skirt. (Clearly she goes commando!)
