Naughty Poetry Challenge

I admire your crowd and I thank them for such unabashed enjoyment of my bits of naughtiness.

Thank YOU upbj, for persevering through the digit distress to deliver the reviews. It couldn't have been easy to type without using your index finger. It seems those are the ones most often on the keys.
 
champagne1982 said:
I admire your crowd and I thank them for such unabashed enjoyment of my bits of naughtiness.

Thank YOU upbj, for persevering through the digit distress to deliver the reviews. It couldn't have been easy to type without using your index finger. It seems those are the ones most often on the keys.

I am finding that to be true indeed. However, it's amazing how quickly I'm getting used to this typing with one finger up in the air in this dumb brace. (er - this very helpful brace for which I am terribly grateful and all that crap).

I despair now for the moment when I go back to standard typing. My habits will be atrocious.

Good news is, now that I've started to actually behave myself, it's healing up quite nicely. Only a month, maybe less, they tell me.

yay.
bj



(Yeah, so that whole business of getting it slammed in a car door two weeks into the healing process was a bit of a setback. Ironically, the badly-mashed brace saved the other fingers from injury. But it took two people to unbend it enough to take it off my finger. Good thing I was drunk or it might have hurt.)
 
unpredictablebijou said:
message gleefully delivered. Binky went all AwShucks. He thinks your screen name is sexy.

I'm also bumping this thread to make sure that everyone who cared about their reviews notices that they're finished now.

bj

heh :D

my screen name's just the start of it... (even bigger grins and rolly eyes)
 
My sweet peach
Slick Sweet Soft
my fingers find you
swollen and ripe with desire
slick with arousal
sweet scent of forbidden nectar
sticking to my seeking hands
you fill my appetites
yet make me hunger for more
 
find that special spot
you know the one
not with your body
with the spoon
I gave you on our
anniversary
Touch me, tease me
make me say your name
until Both of us
give in to the desire
of our bodies
 
What she sang to him
was far too joyful to be blues
and what he sang to her
was not an aria but a growl
but it was nonetheless
beautiful music.
 
What she sang to him
was far too joyful to be blues
and what he sang to her
was not an aria but a growl
but it was nonetheless
beautiful music.
And all that jazz
flowed from sax
bells and seven
note scales. Really,
nothing trivial
passed between
the pair but I looked
away from brilliance
in case it was nude.
 
Harder

It started with gentle little slaps
playful.
Something even appropriate for
The most timid of people.
She even laughed joyfully about it.
Like a youthful maiden
Awakening to a day created by Gods and Goddesses
For Gods and Goddesses
I saw it in her eyes
She was instantly
perked up

Try that again, she said.
Daringly

I couldn’t disregard her game
I led her to the wall
And had her bend over
Her sex flowing out of her underclothes
More than ever

She looked back at me
Still smiling; laughing.
Beautiful brush of brown hair
Bouncing over soft shoulders
My hand arches upward
And swings down with a thwp!

Oh, her eyes opened more
Her smile widened as she hunched a bit
Her fingers pinching each nipple
Through her lacey bra.
Rubbing up and around
Squeezing them in circles.

I think I like this, she said
Teasingly

As she palmed the soft outline
Of her breasts
caressing her curvaceous figure
Spreading downward
She felt herself up with the intensity
Of someone half her age.
She dipped her fingers
Under the soft unrestricting panty band
Down her lips for some moisture
And back to massage her clit

I’m so wet, I could cum in seconds, she said.

I dropped my shorts, my cock towering upward
eagerly pulsing; seeking
I grabbed her panty and peeled it aside
Revealing her enticing holes
In unashamed glory

I slid my rock-like dick
Under her lips with delicate pressure
With strong determined hands, I spread her wide
Just one press more
Even the slightest…

I thought she pressed back; into me
So close, I would swear on my life
That I achieved partial penetration

Like a quick opening, squeeze and closing
one last protesting stretch
Before giving in and accept the fact
That it would have no choice but to accommodate my dick.
Instead, pulled away at the last possible second.

You haven’t earned that part yet.
What would you do for the chance to fuck me that way? Right in my ass.

She chided, almost lyrically.

My confused excitement was obvious
She was, at least, considering the idea
Unique situation

You’d be
The first ever to do this to me.
Do you like that thought?


I’d do anything, I blurted hardly thinking.

That’s what I thought. I’ll keep that in mind.

She laid her hands on my shoulders
Guided me down to a kneel
Turning back, she spread her ass with one hand
And drew my face closer with the other

Following her lead
I started lapping feverishly
Up and down, in circles
Every way imaginable
To convey my desire

She responded inarticulately
Enjoying each transition
back
From being worshipped carefully
And forth
To being disciplined for having such
Deviance of thought.

“Hit me harder”
Begging

Pushing her ass out
As if offering a present;
Making a better target

My hardened strength quite magnified
By the soft and smallish body before me

Through her green mesh panty
The cat o’ nine tails leaving trace
Oh, they wont be seen until she is naked
But the red streaks are there
Coloring her delicious ass
Blush.

Never a greater foreplay
In my life, or hers

She turned quickly and sucked me slowly
No longer barely dressed

In my brain, electric tingle
When she pressed her fingers down
Two on her lips, one between
Transferring lubricant
From her body to mine
And ready this time:
Use my ass! Do it now!

Turning
Displaying herself perfectly
Slow push, long moan
Each inch creating new reactions

Harder! Fuck me harder than ever before!

The transition before my eyes
From angel
To something
Pretty damn far from angelic
Was inspiring

Lustfully possessed
Taking the cat o’ nine from my hands
Swinging it around
All intent
Of hitting my side
Getting both of us every time
The sounds she made
straight from her chaotic soul

Like a whore! Fuck me like you’ll never see me again
Insistently.

Yeah, she loves me too
I’m certain of it.

Bodies slapping together
Both of us glowing
just a bit
initially cautious
now obviously grinding back
into me

into her
total release
every drop of cum
emptied
she contains it.

And then reminds me
Quite clearly
That I will soon
have
To do anything
For
Her.
 
he is just older than I, all smiles, big solid cuddly and soft, with patience
he is just younger than I, a coltish excitement, thin, with young eyes that fall fast
I can always resist one, I can always find just enough resolve
yet when the pair set upon me
working with, not against,
oh I am lost
to see the love they have for one another, not quite lover, not quite brother
all night long I laugh, touch, bat my eyes just enough
yet as each steps closer
I find I don't, won't, can't run
oh and then, that's when it really gets fun
 
pinned between the two of them
breath catching
hands roaming
nibbles kisses take us from this world
it doesn't matter that they can see us
that we can hear them
they don't exist
nothing exists
except this bliss
this kiss
those hands
these men
us
 
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He pulls my hair
dragging my desire upward
nipple pinches send
fire through my spine
my body quivers in his lap
begging me to submit
thumbs in hipbones
tenderness rubbed raw
lost moans escape my center
and a smug smile comes to his lips



I bite his fingers
as we exchange strange information
he is how he appears
yet inside it strikes deeper
his smiles never seem to leave
I cant help but return
to feel good
so good
in the middle of what they tell me
is bad
 
She likes James Blunt, she wants James Blunt
She wants his cock in her cunt,
She loves his song YOU'RE BEAUTIFUL
She wants to drain and milk his tool

She likes to look into his eyes
She wants his cum all over her thighs


That's all.
 
She likes James Blunt, she wants James Blunt
She wants his cock in her cunt,
She loves his song YOU'RE BEAUTIFUL
She wants to drain and milk his tool

She likes to look into his eyes
She wants his cum all over her thighs


That's all.

I am TOTALLY takin' that to the bar for critique.

bj
 
Goodbye Norma Jean though I never you at all,
I would have liked to have reamed you against the wall.
 
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