I recently began seeing an old partner, someone I used to write a lot of poetry to and get a lot from… and so I started rereading some of my work (these below are NOT from one muse alone). Some of it is trash but some is surprisingly good- like who the hell wrote that, did I really write that??
Some of this was shared as I wrote it on Fet, but some of this is very personal and intimate, and you may learn way to much about yours truly, not necessarily who I am now but who I was as these were written. And in my classic error- they don’t have dates noted….
Need I remind you this is adult content: content of fucking and biting and pissing and ass fucking….
Come for the dildos stay for the poetry…
Relax and get some scotch, I take mine neat. If you’re up for the ride, continue to read a few….
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Intimacy Ass Deep
Ass play begins long before pants are pulled down
Because long before you reach for the lube, trust must be established
Trust has a friendly face, a knowledgeable grin, a twinkle in the eye
But trust can also be a con job, a treacherous villain in disguise
It fools those most needy and it fools the fools like me who worship trust and think just because they are the pitcher they can’t be injured
I’ve been one of the lucky ones
I was taught to trust my gut and to demand respect
Self knowledge that I am worthy of it— this is privilege
The gut eventually makes way to the bowels
It’s an open passage stuffed with flora and fauna and shit
It's messy… but I don’t mind… I’ve always loved dirt
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I had a discussion with you at 4 am this morning
It wasn’t really a discussion
More of a monolog
It takes two to discuss
And you weren’t there
As it happened in my head
And I’m not sure you’d want to hear it anyway
But if you do
You can reach out
It takes two to do that
Otherwise it’s lopsided
And one starts wondering
And creating dialogs
Which are really monologs
Inside one’s own head
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Taking him for the first time
The anticipation has grown…. It’s your turn now. First, I put my left forefinger to my lips while looking into your eyes. I look down your torso; over your cock, erect in anticipation, to your balls. I slide my finger between my front teeth to my salivating tongue and I lick my finger nice and wet while contemplating where I’m going next.
I crawl up close to your thighs; take one lingering look at your eyes again. Read your thoughts. No, but well… Yes, at last giving me permission to explore your uncharted territory; giving me full trust. The ass you have promised to gift to me, that I have yet penetrate.
I lift your balls gently kissing them. Worshiping the sacred vulnerability, you are allowing me to see, to touch. My wet finger rubs gently over your puckered hole. I take your ball into my mouth and sweetly savor the man you are. Sucking and licking and touching your ass.
My finger traces small circles. And I lift my head and take your cock into my mouth, down the length of the shaft and up. And I lift your balls and lower my face. Your legs spread apart; knees raised; my nose nuzzling your ball sac. My tongue poised.
I reach around and take a firm grip of your cock again, this time with my left hand. My tongue copies the paths my finger has proceeded. My eyes close so I fully concentrate on opening you; on giving you this gift- this pleasure.
I swiftly get carried away. Slow circles become rapid and so does my breath and I can’t resist darting my tongue shallowly in your hole. And once I begin… I don’t want to stop. You feel so soft; so fine. Your puckered anus wants more now. Gliding with me, raising and lowering your hips slightly to bring me further inside; my tongue as stiff as I can make it. My hand still tightly gripping your cock, and I have to pull it all back… I’m losing myself.
I reposition myself. Arms wrapping around your thighs; hands on either side of your hips. Lost in your receptiveness. Wanting to eat your ass out, suck your balls and feel your cock in the back recess of my throat. Yes. That’s exactly what I want.
I begin at your hole, licking hard. Thrusting my tongue in as far as I can manage, and then removing it slowly. Keeping my tongue hard while licking up the seam sewn up tight before you were born. Up your silky perineum between your balls, up your magnificent cock, dipping slightly into your urethra, and pulling up again. Moving my tongue to the bottom of my mouth and swallowing your cock all the way to the hilt. Swallowing still, trying to drink you down. And then slowly I suck back up.
Lowering myself to that forbidden ass of yours, you help by tilting your ass up for me. I dig in again. Quick thrusting: in, out, in. You reach down; put your hands on my head, fingers knotted in my hair, and hold me in place. Tongue deep inside. Apparently, you like this. A minute goes by and you keep your hand on either side of my head, but then you pull me away from my engagement and pull me up towards your cock- slowly.
I taste the slippery pre-come as I lick up. Oh Damn. And then I’m lost in the textural changes: the slick skin, your taste. You're so much for my senses. Can I just back up and dig again with my tongue down your urethra? Men and their holes, glorious orifices never talked about. A playground designed for my enjoyment. Dinner.
I lick and thrust but my finger is near. I lube it up, and softly rub downward; once, twice, three times. Watch you wink- opening your hole; asking for more. Inhale. Hold your breath. Exhale. Down and in; you breathe my finger inside. Another deep breath and your ass swallows me up to the first joint. I kiss your butt cheek. It’s so good. The softness inside you. The most soft sensitive vulnerable flesh embracing my finger, squeezing me so tight.
I lift my head and look into your eyes. Your smile reassures me that you’re good; that this is nothing but bliss. You take another breath and as you release, I push further. You swallow my finger whole. I hold it still. Allow you time and space. The world is yours. Your muscles constrict and relax, and I can’t help but grin. And I’ve only just begun.
12 O-Clock, curled finger. Come hither. Oh yes. My finger reaches that nut and I see in your face how amazing it is. Small gestures slow and subtle, your response is astounding: your butterfly breaths, the fluttering so visible upon your stomach. Tensed and toned. You are so beautiful. I always fall in love with my finger deep inside. I raise my head and while I stroke your prostate, I lick again at the cap of your cock. You’re so very very sweet. Don’t come yet. I know it feels so good.
I lift myself off you. Put the leather harness on my hips and tighten down the straps. So sexy. Secure this silicone cock of mine between the pad and the o-ring. Lube it up. Lube my finger again and reach back inside. I’m following the curve; memorizing it. Raising your hips a little, my finger all but removed, then slid in deep again. Almost out yet again and then I work the second finger in. Steady. Still. Adjust to it. You have a hungry ass you’ve never fed. We’re feeding it now though. I promise: gentle and so good. So slippery with the lube: thick. Sliding both fingers in unison now; yes you will enjoy this.
Slowly I remove the fingers and you are ever conscious of the void they leave. Your appetite has been fed; you want more.
My cock is basic black, shiny and thin. My cock has no head, only a narrow tip easy to engage; a slim slick shaft. It has length though. I will be driving it deep into you. I start with my hand guiding. Breath in. Release. And as you do so I enter. Small movements at first; two - three inches. In. Almost out. In. In further. Four - five inches in. Out. In. Out. Deeper. In. In. All the way in. And I lift your knees. Kiss your calf. Pay close attention to you- my road. My eyes set on yours. Your legs now over my shoulders. In and out and in again. Thrusting hard. Lube coat so thick. Gliding. Flying. Coasting like a bird on the wing. Swooping deep inside, your cock visibly throbbing.
I lower your legs back to the bed. Curl in close to your pelvis, shallow rapid movements now. And my head bent to your stomach, kissing your belly, embracing your fine torso. Oh babe, my cunt is so tight; ass so tensed; small tremors as you hold me, as you reach to my ass and grip it with all your strength. My thighs shutter. I lift my head. You’re thrusting your ass at my dildo now. I curl in tighter. Move my mouth to your cock. I lick it in. Up to an angle I can reach. Then I pull up into you with my cock and down upon your cock with my mouth simultaneously. Back and up. In and down. My hand cupping your balls, pulled very close almost flush. Back up. One more all the way. I feel the pulse: your cock, your balls, your sphincter all coming. Coming hard. Coming ceaselessly. Coming harder than you’ve ever come before.
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What is it about the soft tender tissue
the silky sinuous flesh
pulse throbbing in vital veins
spine arching, bridging
reaching ever nearer
towards your lips
the sound of my own moans
primal and longing
lost in the moment
as you kiss my neck and make me swoon
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The Warp in the Weave
Penelope sits day and night at her loom
Creating and destroying progress and therefore time
She awaits the improbable
Her eyes glazed in meditation
Forgetful of everything that matters
The suitors, the servants, the children, the dust and the dishes
Her eyes gaze at the fabric
She ponders the movement
The muscle memory that allows her shuttle to dance
The rhythm of her hands
Memories of Odysseus
The way he ate her out
The way his balls felt
Crushed between the blocks
She used to card the wool
And get the nettles out
The way he sat at her feet
And told her lies
Lies she wanted to believe if only because they were beautiful
Sorting the rumors
The stories from overseas
Tales of Circe and of Sirens
He claimed to be coming back
But it has taken 12 years for a 558 mile trip
It makes no sense; she realizes it is her own folly
That she hasn’t moved on
Consent works on so many levels
Saying yes is not enough
It’s the engagement that seals the deal
You can tell me yes- but only when I rub against your body
Will I know if you truly agreed
You must lift your flesh to meet mine for me to continue
Your ass off the bed
Your tongue to my boot
Does the boat rock on the ocean as hard and turbulent as we fight
Screams and fingernails punctuating each period
Puncturing through each chaotic postmodern poetic stanza
Set into stone history as will be retold
The version of hero or heroine depending on who seduces Homer first
Greek sex has always been in the ass
Your cock or mine
Because in reality we are all criminals
Sex manipulating the brain with chemical warfare
Perpetrating and penetrating bareback acts
With no pretense to cleanliness
No time or disposition for a cheap fleet enema
Foul filth stinking and staining the sheets
Shit smears
As de Sade liked it
Plunging treacherously deep just as one is in need to evacuate
We are vicious to those we love
We are patient with those we loath
We are ambivalent to the masses who keep lurking
Waiting like suitors sitting near the door
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Piss Service
There is a bar I know where the kink is friendly
The drinks are cheap
The space is available
The tender always smiles
There is a bar where we gather
And after a while, as happens,
I piss
The room is larger than need be
Definitely big enough for two or three to gather
Secure with a lock
Smoke and mirrors
And opportunity
And I show up to a gear night
Dressed in tall boots, black stockings and garters, a patent leather corset and a houndstooth tie
And this night as needed
Straight pours and soda backs
Bladder sayin hi
I grab your shirt collar and pull you with
Careful, don’t trip
There’s a step there
This old downtown dive
Lock the door
And shove you to your knees
Such dandy slacks suffering against the piss stained floor
Dry cleaning will be on the aftercare agenda
You kneel so tall
But these boots give lift
I tower magnificently, if I do say so myself
And the straps holding up my stockings strain
As I lift my skirt and mash my vulva to your face
Hands gripping a swimmers hold in your hair
And I grind
Your tongue and teeth to my clit
Nose to my mons
And you begin
Serving me oh so well
Serving and serving and forget the knock on the door
Go away
Not you, you continue, don’t move
Small moves
Savory moves
Making me quiver
Edging so close
Just a moment
Your hands holding dear my cheeks
Worshiping tenderly nearing
So close and yet NO
And I lean down and whisper in your ear
Placing three fingers down your throat
Do you want to be my toilet?
I think I heard consent
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Intimacy
Why is it
When you hold tight the base of a cock
And slide your other hand up
Tightly
Not like a hand job
More like a pressing of wrinkled folded flesh
Why is it
When you reach the top
The head
The very tip
Between finger and thumb
I just want to pinch—
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Savoring a Fig
So I sit here savoring the last fig... well, the last fig I brought today. These are much better figs than the last-and my only regret is it is a little small.
So I begin slowly to lick the skin. It’s akin to the ball sac, but a bit rough- more reminiscent of if you wore hair. The roughness incites me though to use my teeth gently- which immediately makes small fissures in the flesh. Rubbing my teeth against the open wound, opens it more. And underneath the skin, the inner
membrane is more like your shaved ball. And now I'm impatient. I want you all the way in my mouth- freshly shaved. I want to have taken you into my hands fondled you and rubbed the shaving cream gently into your skin. I want to, at eye level, take a fresh razor and make it the closest shave of your life. I wish the shaving cream were edible... I'd lick the excess. So the whole of the protective skin is gone from the fig, and I'm now left with a succulent ball to put all the way into my mouth and tongue it like I would if it were you. And I pull it out slowly and push it back. And I rub my tongue tenderly all over it. And slowly the seam opens and the seeds, squiggly like the look of semen under a microscope, fill my taste buds. It is such a gentle rich taste. And I can't resist just licking it slowly with my tongue. Licking and licking and licking. And so I hollow the fig... imagining the whole time it is you I am working, exciting, endearing to me...
1 Photo by Mike Blacksmith