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I see them

and my bra suddenly becomes too tight.  My chest spasms with sweet visions and I cannot breathe.  You dare to awaken places with visible imprints and invisible hands.  Fancy patterns cling where whispering motions once moved.  Basement shoes to fuck on swaying hips and choking words.

I see them

and I am gone.  Back, tripping clumsily down memory lane.  Smooth sailing was never our way.  No.  Fifty Shades of Grey is more like it.  Bumps, jarring potholes and loud growls are on the path we follow.  It just suits us better.  Doesn’t it?

I see them

and I am transported by reindeer to clover fields under the rainbow.  Somewhere over them, too.  Everywhere.  Nowhere.  Turn left and move through the looking glass.  Yes, there.  Now, everything is right.

I see them

and I see you.

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Black Rose

2 ounces Rum

1 tsp Sugar

Cold Black Coffee

Add rum and sugar to a cocktail shaker filled with ice.  Shake until sugar is dissolved.  Pour everything into a rocks tumbler.  Fill with cold black coffee.

Enjoy!

Listen to Frank croon. Deep and low.

Watch me walk to you. Fire in my eyes and a burn in my belly.

Smell my desire. Earthy and pungent.

Experience my hands glide over your body. Flesh upon flesh.

~~ The best feeling on Earth ~~

Taste me. Drink me in. Roll me around your tongue, savoring every flavor.

Close your eyes and really … taste me.

Soft hidden folds bloom under leisurely lengths.

Bite. Nibble. Nip.

Deep draws.

~~ gasp ~~

The essence of Life.

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Ecstasy

1 1/2 ounces Vodka

1/2 ounce Black Raspberry Liqueur

1/2 ounce Pineapple Juice

1/2 ounce Cranberry Juice

Add ingredients to a cocktail shaker filled with ice. Shake well. Strain into a chilled martini glass.

Enjoy!

** from The Bartender’s Black Book 7th edition

♣  The 3rd Annual Posting

There was a girl from the City,

who the boys thought was really pretty.

They wined her and dined her

but only to find her

sporting a nine inch ditty.


“But, boys,” she would say,

“don’t go away.

There’s so much I can do for you.

I’ve got what you need,

no need to plead,

I’m more than willing to screw you.”


“I mean… have you screw me,

in anyway you please,

your pleasure is my intent.

So, relax while you can,

I’m not really a man.

Well – only to some extent.”


The boys said, “What?”

“That’s some kind of cock

hanging between your thighs.

You put most men to shame

bringing that kind of game

with your girth in addition to size.”


“But, I’m under a spell!

I really can’t tell

because it would add more years,

to this curse I am under,

it’s really a blunder,

I’m a woman with a man’s set of gears.”


“Ya, ya… OK…” the men would say.

Certainly no one believed it.

The penis that hung strapped like a gun

on the woman who said she didn’t need it.


“It was the Leprechauns!

Those mad little pawns

of magic and mystery and cash.

I found their pot

of gold in a spot

that was hidden with most of their stash.”


“They cursed me then,

gave me two score and ten

to be in a man’s set of shoes.

Said maybe I’d learn

what it feels like to yearn,

only ending with balls that are blue.”


“You’re joking, right?

You didn’t put up a fight

against those men dressed in green?

With hair of red,

you’ve nothing to dread,

they’re not bad, they just look kinda mean.”


“OK, OK… what ever you say,

I guess you just think it’s silly.

Whatever I do,

the fact still is true,

I’m a woman endowed with a Willie.”


Then, from the rear

of the crowd gathered here,

a deep voice cut through it all.

“Twas the Leprechaun’s, it was

who caused all this buzz,

giving her a man’s set of balls!”


“They did the same in reverse

to me – I am cursed.

I have that woman’s vajayjay.

They thought it was fun to take my gun

and attach it to her as a waylay.”


“From what, you may ask?

From life!  And it’s task

of living and loving and fun.

She found their gold

and from what I’m told,

she didn’t even tell anyone.”


“But, that mattered not,

in their trap she was caught,

the gold still in her hand.

So they cast a spell,

now no one can tell,

Is she woman?

Or is she man?”


“From a thousand miles away,

the curse came into play

against my man parts, you see.

They did a switch

and left an itch

where my balls ought to be.”


“I was caught by surprise

and I couldn’t surmise

what, indeed had happened to me.

My manhood was gone,

replaced by a thong

and now, I sit to pee.”


“For years I’ve searched

to end this curse

of this woman’s part on me.

And, now it will end –

come closer, my friend,

and I’ll tell you what shall be.”


“The magic within us can be reversed.

The Leprechauns used a mild curse

to switch our parts

from me to you.

And here is what we have to do.”


“If we lay together on St. Patrick’s Day,

in a field of clover down Blarney Way,

At the stroke of one,

it will come undone,

when we utter these words this way.”


“My part is mine own,

not hers or his,

not to be switched

like some side show biz.

I do unto it,

what is right for me.

It’s not a toy for some Leprechauns glee.”


“By laying together

and joining the two,

your part to me

and my part to you,

we’ll undo the magic

that curses us here.

And we’ll have HAPPY HOURS

for the rest of our years!”


Leprechaun

2 ounces Irish Whiskey

tonic water

Fill rocks glass with ice. Add whiskey. Fill with tonic. Garnish with lemon twist.

Enjoy!


And the ocean

roars

wanton in my ears

Can You hear it?

It calls You East

Come to me

Play with me

Let me lick Your wounds clean

Let me caress Your heart and head and face and chest

Let me ease Your mind with soft strokes of fingertips pressing gently

Your cock jumps as my cunt aches.

It presses hard against trousers waiting to be dropped in the sand

Feel me

In Your heart

In Your Mind

Feel me in the Universe that brought Us together

Feel my loving strokes upon Your flesh

Wash away all hurt in the ebb and flow of my tides

Know in Your Soul

my scent calls for Yours to mingle

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Let them

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Siren

2 ounces Whipped Cream Vodka

2 ounces Limoncello

splash of Mineral Water

Add vodka and limoncello to an ice filled cocktail shaker.  Shake until sides are frosted.  Strain into a chilled martini glass.  Add a splash of mineral water.  Garnish with whipped cream and a maraschino cherry.

Enjoy!

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Nipples shooting fireworks.

Red .. Blue .. Purple .. Yellow .. White

*

~~ remove that please? ~~

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Run, bad spirits!

Run Away!

ptooie, ptooie

*

Careening, screaming hot,

intense sparks of release.

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Sucking blood back into drained spaces.

White .. Yellow .. Pink .. Red

*

Ah … red.

*

Burning cooled.

Pinching soothed.

*

Throbbing beats welcome the

Black Water Dragon

*

Good Fortune seeps back in.

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Body Haiku

3 ounces Sake

1 ounce Dry Vermouth

Add sake and vermouth to an ice filled cocktail shaker.  Shake only enough to mix.  Strain into a chilled martini glass.  Garnish with a cocktail onion.

Enjoy!

‘Twas the night before Christmas

anticipation was high

but, not a finger was stirring

between my moist thighs.

*

The slipknots were hung

on the bedposts with care

in hopes that a kinky partner

soon would be there.

*

Santa’s elves promised a visit

yet still have not shown.

Where the fuck were they?

My arousal has grown!

*

My pussy throbbed

in the cold of the night

calling for relief

from someone just right.

*

Then what to my horny little ears was presented,

but a big Dominant Man

hauling a bag full of presents.

*

He lay the sack down

by the bed with great care.

Then came rambling round

leaving a scent in the air

of masculine cravings

filled with want and desire.

The perfume of love

all hot, bothered and wired.

*

The stroke of his beard

was the last thing I viewed,

before the blindfold covered my eyes

and was tightly secured.

*

He went straight to his work,

not a moment was spared,

as he moved with a purpose

much like Fred Astaire.

*

My pussy was flicked

and my nipple was squeezed,

he moved quickly about,

and I felt a light breeze.

*

Wrists tightly secured,

legs spread-eagle open

my body getting hotter,

the juices freely flowing.

*

“Come in elves, come in,”

I heard him exclaim.

Then the patter of feet

and warm hands did claim

my body as theirs,

all fingers a flutter.

My nerves were on edge,

my mind in the gutter.

*

Sensations on overload,

flesh pinched, pulled and teased.

I was soaring right now

with the greatest of ease.

*

Dasher and Dancer

had nothing on me

as I flew through the skies,

earth’s gravity released.

*

Pussy craving a cock,

“Santa?  Fill me with yours?

Won’t you please, Santa

pull down your drawers?”

*

My Christmas wish fulfilled

in a push and a thrust.

Santa’s thick cock

was engorged with hot lust.

*

We pounded hips to thighs

in the merriest of jingles,

as the bells on his waist

gave me all sorts of tingles.

*

Elves have the softest of hands,

did you know this was true?

Like magic fingers or glitter

that falls around you.

*

They worked on our bodies,

on Santa’s and mine,

Until we both exploded

in colors and rhyme.

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Merry Kinksmas to all,

to transgender queers,

to BDSM-ers and foot fetish seekers.

*

To gays and lesbians and those in a tryst,

to sex workers and erotic writers

and folks with a twist.

*

To poly’s and straights

and the Masters and slaves,

to Dominants and submissives

and to all those who crave.

*

May you have the most beautiful Christmas

filled with Peace, Love and Trust

and Acceptance and Happiness,

and Hot Sex and Wild Lust!

*

Santa’s Secret

1 1/2 ounces Dark Rum

1/2 ounce Light Rum

1/2 ounce Kahlua coffee liqueur

1/2 ounce milk

Add dark rum, light rum, Kahlua and milk to a cocktail shaker filled with ice.  Shake until sides are frosted.  Strain into a martini glass.  Garnish with red sprinkles.

Enjoy!

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