Everyday Erotica

[Angeline]

I wanted to speak but my mouth was full: I could only say mmmhmm.

 

[Tzara]

I was trying not to, you know, but when she lifted her eyes just so. . .

 

[Angeline]

His gaze drifted away. He was altogether unsteady. I gulped.

 

[Tzara]

Afterwards, I was embarrassed, a bit empty. Yet I asked, "Again?"

 

[Angeline]

Afterwards, I was embarrassed, a bit empty. Yet I asked, "Again?"

I had just adjusted the hot water when I turned and bent over.

 

[Angeline]

Too much, I asked reaching from the curtain to turn up The Mikado.

 

[Tzara]

"This seems hardly gentlemanly," I said to myself. But damn! My Id.

 

[Tzara]

"You most certainly are not," I murmured, "some sweet little maid from school."

 

[Angeline]

Cut to fade as voices pipe and water splashes. Curtsy and goodnight.

 

[Tzara]

gift

It's funny. We've
never met, but
somehow just your

words on the screen
have me thinking
about the slip of

your breasts
in some thin blouse,
the long curve

of your hips
under a loose
summer skirt—

like a meteor
just struck my yard,
leaving little shards

or alien ore
stewn like jewelry
over my lawn.

 

[Angeline]

Awakening

My first bikini was blue
and white, a Hawaiian print
that dipped low past my belly
button, clung to my hips
and pushed me
up into cleavage.

Linda's mother pinned me
with her eyes up and down,
pinned me like a butterfly
and said "Stacked."

I wanted to run away,
but later when I sat
atop the pool ladder,
crossing my legs
and bending to laugh
with the girls

I saw Kenny Muccha
watching me and I knew
this is a whole other
game.

 

[Tzara]

Pluck

I think it was when
she bent over the tomatoes,
looking for one quite perfectly ripe.

I was really so very sorry
that I stared
at how low her neckline

drooped over the produce, as if
she were casting random blessings over
those secondary fruits.

Meanwhile, all I wanted to taste
hung close before me--
the swollen part of a flowering tree.

 

[Angeline]

American Novel 101

By the time we read Updike
I can tell you want to subvert us,
open us to irony and the danger
inherent in organized systems,
institutions like this one
where bees drone outside
the window and the late summer
heat smells grassy.

By the time we've reached Nathanael
West, I am Miss Lonelyhearts'
worst accolyte, seduced
by your determined bookish ways
and wanting more than words--
to take the skin and fur, the bone
of you urgently yes and surround
you with silk flesh, engulf you
and make us complete, if only
for moments.

Somewhere between Mike Hammer
and his ridiculous similes
and cool ascerbic Dorothy P,
I meet Justin, your teaching assistant
and see the way you look
at each other and realize oh
I am mistaken I am naive, foolish
shame burns until we read Bellow
and all is forgiven.

 

[darkmaas]

Appetites

You stood beside my chair
and talked across the table
to my wife.

You were wearing leggings
and your husband's shirt.

I could have run the fingers
of my right hand
up your inner thigh
lithe and warm and tan
beneath its second skin
maybe stopping
below the junction
with your other limb
or maybe not.

Such a gentle gesture
might have given
much pleasure
but instead
I kept that hand
gently spinning ice
in my almost empty glass
as you discussed
tomorrow's plans
with my wife.

Then you left.

"I'm sorry dear
that Annie bores you so.
Finish up your drink
and we'll take a walk
along the beach
and work up
an appetite
before dinner."

::

 

[GuiltyPleasure]

Inspired by Sin by Fool – 5/28/06

….and so we sin

He whispers heat and
delicious sin. Suggests
transgressions through
the night as our bodies
meet halfway to heaven.

He kisses my smile
still questioning his
intentions, his fingers
follow tender trails
that find me fighting
for a my breath.

We murmur
of fine wines,
lush sweetness
and velvet ropes.
He whets my weaknesses,
feeds my greed
until I yearn
to own his reality.

 

[UnderYourSpell]

Is it a sin?
Yes, that's what makes it so exciting,
but it certainly isn't bad
when the touch of your tongue
on my clit feels so good!!

 

[greenmountaineer]

American Sentence #69

"Sin" is a 3 letter word, but "ful" as suffix with "sex" is a 4.

 

[GuiltyPleasure]

A Puzzlement

It's not as if giving head
is off our agenda,
she seems eager to kneel
between my knees
as I anticipate the first touch,
the little sucking kiss
she gives the tip that makes
the precum flow. I can feel
the muscular pull as she swallows,
drawing me deeper
into that strangely mobile tunnel
full of sensations, warm,
wet, ecstatic.

Closed eyes might heighten
my pleasure but I watch her
concentrated efforts, the serious eyes on mine
and that engorged meal she devours.
I have learnt to stay flat, thrusting hips cause
her to gag and an end to this bliss
so I hold her hair aside
as if she’s puking while she moves over me
like a piston. She knows the signs,
my rapid breathing, the stiffening of my back,
the swelling in her mouth and
pulls away to finish with a hard fist.

She swallows copious precum,
expertly mouths me to orgasm
but refuses to swallow the results and
neither of us know why.

 

[Angeline]

Vocabulary 101

Teaching the meaning of "gratification" to young men is sticky.

 

[Piscator]

canning peaches to
day but my mind wanders to
another ripe peach
dripping juice over your pussy
then slowly licking you clean

 

[Lyricalli]

Well, Piscator, that was simple but effective.

 

[Tzara]

Limited Edition (Burn)

Any press operator will tell you
that paper only wants to fold
along its grain.

So I apologize
for wanting you to bend
in ways you found uncomfortable

or which made you uneasy.
I must confess, though,
that I still want to make that crease,

form that perfect origami crane,
even with its severe folds.
But now it seems some other women

might be more happily
compliant with my objectives. So,
I suppose this means



goodbye



and I'm really sorry about
that brand. It seemed such a great idea
at the time. I don't know why.


At least you should remember me?

 

[legerdemer]

Smoke & Heat

Wet warmth whispers down my throat
I feel it coat inside as it slides
smooth over curved breast
hovers, hangs...just...off the tip
before you suck the nipple deep
--down, farther
as more of that smokey liquid
amber fires up my skin
flows down into navel:
lick from that dainty soft cup,
its delicate florid whorls only
a preview of what's to come
below

Keep pouring the flame,
the trickle mingles with my own
treacle for your tongue,
spare me no swirl, no fire as fingers
follow and invade
anoint my wet lips with yours

suck the streaming flow now, suck
the alcohol-mixed sweat and all I can
give you from my sodden lips
suck my every drop
I am your whiskey woman
swallow me hard
swallow
me

 

[UnderYourSpell]

I dreamed of you biting the ends of my nipples
before continuing downwards
to swipe your tongue repeatedly over my clitoris
while feeling up my anus with a lubed finger.
You climbed on top to insert your penis in my cunt
thrusting in full length again and again
before pushing my legs up higher.
Held me down, tipped me back and with one stroke
slid from cunt to anus, holding me down as I squealed,
then sodomised me fast and hard.
Until with a groan you erupted into my bowels,
filling me with hot spunk. You didn't pull out immediately
but let my muscles hold you in until you softened
and looking me straight in the eye .... urinated.

 

[todski28]

I clench the vision of horizons between pale knuckles
clasped to your surrender
to the snapping point of abandoned fear
of your most vulnerable
of my most vulnerable
beyond rejections and awkward phrases

to savage intentions
and howling at skies
past vistas of stargazing and flowery speech
we are dirt
muddy, slick and sluiced
in feral
the fervour of red, of lipsticked-seduction
of hot breezes billowing up from inland
where heat licks the fire of your skin
inflaming me
sticks and twigs built
till the spark sets alight

morning breaks
smoke drifts lazy
as the sun rises delicate and
colour-hazed

here on the balcony
land and sky meet
the morning star shines its last vestiges of night
besides the smudges of charcoaled fingers
and singed hair

I close my eyes to the cosmos
and listen to the feel of your lips
on mine
the trail of your hand over my heartbeat

to draw this moment
as real as touch
as raw as ragged breath
as hot and wet as life