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There once was a slut from Nantucket,
Who said to the world.. go fuck it.
I’m going to be free,
With what life’s given me
and you can all just go suck it!
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She marched through the streets to announce
her open mind with a bounce
in her step ’til she tripped
on her stiletto that dipped
into the drain and she flounced.
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A handsome young man saw her fall
and reached to adjust his loose balls
then extended a hand
to the lass who be damned
as she lie there looking quite mauled.
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“Allow me to help you,” he said,
“My name is Sir Gallantly Fred.”
She untangled her legs
with large eyes, she did beg
for help to get up off her head.
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Picking the leaves from her hair
He admired her skin that was fair.
Then on impulse he did
what all gentlemen forbid
and bent over to kiss her with flair.
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She landed a sharp slap on his cheek
Eliciting quite the loud squeak.
“You scoundrel, you scum!”
Then she started to run
down the rain sodden street.
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“Come back fair maiden, please do!
I meant no harm unto you!
I acted so wrong
but your perfume is strong
and I couldn’t help myself… true.”
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She slowed, then stopped in her tracks.
And reluctantly turned to look back
at the man who reached down
and turned her around
when she was lying in the drain like a sack.
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His clothes were clean and quite tasteful.
And his eyes were a beautiful hazel.
So she took a step back
to the scene of attack
and did a mental appraisal.
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The hair on his face was quite dark
it gave him a mischievous spark
of naughty and nice
mixed with some spice
exposing his thirst for a lark.
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“Although I am free, I’m not easy.
And I won’t sleep with anyone sleazy,”
the slut called to Sir Fred
who was scratching his head.
“And, I’m sorry, but the fall made me queasy!”
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The bulge in his pants proceeded
its continuous growth unheeded,
until he could bear
not a second to spare
and again adjusted as needed.
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The slut grinned at his folly
skipping back, she looked quite the cute dolly
when she bent at the waist
stared his bulge right in the face
and said, “Well hello, Mr. Jolly!”
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The crimson faced gent took a bow,
deliberately hiding the scowl
on his face that he wore
because of this whore
who aroused his barbarian growl.
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She looked up at him with eyes wide,
and he realized she wasn’t being snide.
She sincerely took a chance
with the erection that danced
in his pants as it filled with much pride.
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“I am a whore you do realize.
That package you have is quite the size
of a watermelon ball
stuffed into a sock too small
And I’d be proud to claim it my prize!”
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“Yes,” Sir Gallantly said.
“You can claim the prize with your head
and your lips and your mouth
can encircle it south
until is glows a nice red.”
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“My pleasure Sir Fred, so gallant
Your request is precisely my want.
My desire for you
is to actually chew
your cock like a buttery croissant!”
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“Be careful, young maiden, please do!
Your intentions will turn my balls blue!
Be gentle I plead
while you’re on your knees
and enjoy my cock hitherto!”
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“Fine, fine”, the slut did smirk
as she pulled on his jewels with a jerk.
Fred let out a sound,
then fell to the ground
in a tumble that looked quite berserk.
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The slut wiped his cum off her lips,
then stood with her hands on her hips.
Fred’s eyes were glazed
and he looked quite dazed
and he felt completely eclipsed.
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“What just happened?” Fred inquired.
“The event that just transpired,
pushed me over the edge
before I knew what to pledge,
You, fair maiden … I admire!”
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“Well, thank you, Sir Gallantly Fred!
You saved me when I fell on my head,
I figured, if I could,
repay what was good,
and honestly, you taste like sweet bread!”
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They chuckled and parted their ways.
But he wondered about her for days.
The gallant Knight and his slut
who fell into a rut
and has the charms to amaze.
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If he could find her again, he would.
And just thinking on her gave him wood.
It ached in his pants
his erection that danced
in her mouth that was so fucking good!
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Goldrush
1 ounce Tequila Gold
1 ounce Goldschlager
Fill a short glass with ice. Add tequila and Goldschlager. Stir.
Enjoy!
// monsters \\
teeth gnashing
venom flying
Lies. Lies. Lies.
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~~ M/monsters ~~
Needs crushing
Desire straining
Truth. Truth. Truth
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revenge
ignorance
distortion
// ugly monsters \\
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Realization
Beautiful
Fulfillment
~~ Serene M/monsters ~~
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razor sharp words
cut
slice
bleed
stain
cripple
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bitch
cunt
bastard
fuck
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S/strength in F/focus
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Love
Crave
Yearning
Passion
Innate
Lust
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Settled
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~~ Happy M/monsters ~~
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Whale Tale
1 ounce Vodka
1 ounce Spiced Rum
1/2 ounce Blue Curaçao
1 ounce Sour Mix
Pineapple Juice
Add vodka, rum, blue curaçao and sour mix to a tall glass filled with ice. Fill with pineapple juice. Cover with a cocktail shaker and shake vigorously. Garnish with a stemmed maraschino cherry.
Enjoy!
Come to Me on angel wings.
Purge Me of fear and dread and mistrust.
Cleanse My thoughts with erotic notions.
Pump My cock with your throat,
then rest your lips on Mine.
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I shall eat your pussy with tongue so gentle it hurts.
Beg Me for release.
Let Me get you a cool drink of water,
then perhaps I shall allow you to cum.
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I will pose your limbs
and secure your mind,
giving you the freedom you crave.
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I shall fulfill your fantasies as if they were My own.
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Because they are.
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Wings
1 1/2 ounces Bombay Gin
1/2 ounce Apricot Brandy
1/2 ounce Lime Juice
Dash of Grenadine
Add ingredients to a cocktail shaker filled with ice. Shake well. Strain into a chilled martini glass.
Enjoy!
*Don’t let the odd ingredients fool you. This drink is delicious! It has a sweet tart flavor and pours out a most beautiful shade of pink-red.
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‘Twas the night before Christmas
and much to my surprise
I awoke from my slumber
with a head between my thighs.
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A tongue licked me calmly
in such a heavenly fashion
I couldn’t help myself
and I called out in passion.
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I noticed the beard on your chin
as you jerked your head up
was curly and white
when I interrupted your sup.
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Or perhaps you’d call it dinner
but… either way
you lowered your head
and I was happy you’d stayed.
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Again you lapped slowly
causing me to wiggle
against your soft beard
which elicited a giggle.
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You looked up at me once more
and this time I saw
not only a curly white beard
growing from your jaw,
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but a cherry red nose
and your twinkling eyes
and I swore to myself
they were blue as the skies.
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You pressed your finger
tight against your lips
gesturing for quiet
as your grip tightened on my hips.
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You returned to your business
without any sound,
brought me to climax
and then looked around.
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I watched as you stood
in your jolly red suit
then moved towards a bag
filled to capacity with loot.
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You rummaged and dug
for what seemed an hour
Then turned on your heel
with a look of sheer power.
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The bag left forgotten
in the corner on the floor
aside of the fireplace
across from the door.
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I was still breathing heavy
from my orgasm, you see
when you fingered your belt
and strode back to me.
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The brass buckle clinked
as the belt pulled from your waist.
Then you dragged it across my body
as you closely watched my face.
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The shivers that ran
up my spine made me shake.
The leather was coarse
but felt smooth as a lake,
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at sunset or dawn
which ever you like
but my body was needy
and my feelings had spiked.
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You gestured with fingers
in a turn-over motion
and I did as you asked
I rolled just like the ocean.
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Now exposing my bottom
a most vulnerable pose
Put a gleam in your eye
and a twitch in your nose.
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Your lips pulled back
in a most greedy grin
and you stroked the long hair
that was growing on your chin.
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You played a loving caress
across the belt in your hand
then let it go slack
to await its command.
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The snap on my bottom
was sudden and sharp
the sting grew steadily
ascending like a harp.
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The surprise made me reel
and I let out a cry
that diminished in seconds
to a guttural sigh.
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When the burn smoothed to heat
and my bottom was red
You looked in my eyes
and saw nothing to dread.
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They were glazed over in lust
a desire so demanding
you could feel the pulse of my need
with absolutely no misunderstanding.
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“You like this baby girl?”
Your whisper was low
as you fondled my red buttocks
exquisitely slow.
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“Yes, Santa …
May I please have more?”
“This isn’t too hard on you?
Your ass isn’t sore?”
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“No, Santa …
It feels quite delicious.
And please, Santa …
don’t be surreptitious!”
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“I think that’s enough
for one night, it’s your first.”
Then he turned me around
and in my cunt he immersed
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a finger or two
I couldn’t really tell
as I was screaming in climax
melodious as Christmas bells.
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I was covered in sweat
and completely undone
when he removed his fingers
dripping with cum.
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He sucked them wholeheartedly
and when he was through
he exclaimed, “Mmmmm … vanilla peach …
Merry Spanksmas to you!”
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Christmas in July
Brut or Extra Brut Champagne
Pineapple Juice
Grenadine
Fill a wine goblet 3/4 full with ice. Fill the goblet 3/4 full with champagne. Fill with pineapple juice. Add a splash of grenadine.
Enjoy!
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* A personal tip… Since you are adding ingredients to the champagne, you can easily get away with a less expensive brand. Who wants to waste that good Veuve or Moet by adding stuff? *grin*
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~~ OBSERVE ~~
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Don’t mind me hiding over here in the shadows, peeking through the keyhole. I’ll only watch for a little while as you finger her pussy and make her whimper under your touch. She begs for you to bring her to climax. But, you take your time. Teasing and playing with her emotions.
Do you know that you are also pulling at mine?
Can you see the Power you have?
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~~ LISTEN ~~
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Her breath is rising and falling heavy and thick like honey spreading across your thighs. No… wait … that’s mine. Hers is shallow and forced. She has rehearsed this part just for you. To keep you entertained. To keep you mesmerized by the show. Like a scorpion, her toxins can paralyze; forcing tales to be locked away forever in Walt’s vault.
The pulsing from around the corner is my Soul calling for you.
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~~ EXPERIENCE ~~
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It feels natural, this pulse … like a river flowing towards its destiny.
Jump in
Cool yourself
Refresh your mind
Relax into the water that is me.
Then no longer shall I have to peek into keyholes or from around the bend. Because you will have invited me in and offered me a seat upon which to rest my flesh. The flesh that heats so distinctly under your touch. The flames lick us both, but the water quenches our thirst. The air permeates our senses. Sticking to us like the cobwebs our lust just walked through.
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~~ INHALE ~~
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Dolce and Gabbana’s got nothing compared to our mingled scent. Breathe deep. Can you smell it? It actively accosts the very essence of our being. Yet, lies passively content across my throat. Rested and Happy.
Allow the wonder from wide eyes to tame malicious thoughts. For even sweaty little flowers smell sweet under the nose of Love.
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~~ SAVOR ~~
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Relish our lips pressed together. Familiar as watermelon tea, yet brambly as a wild raspberry bush. The perspiration on your brow invites my tongue with salty trails down your temple.
Aching nipples call silently for your attention.
They remember your mouth. Warm and wet.
The claim has been laid and documented with indelible ink.
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~~ REALIZE ~~
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Legs staked open for future inspection must wait for tomorrow night’s chapter. But know this … in the end … they lived happily ever after.
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Sensations
(blender drink)
1 ounce Sambuca
1 ounce Light Rum
not quite 1 ounce Lime Juice
1 ounce Cream or Half n’ Half
Add a half scoop of crushed ice to a blender. Add Sambuca, rum, lime juice and cream. Blend slowly for 10 to 20 seconds until thick and slushy. Pour into a chilled cocktail glass. Garnish with a small flower or flower petals.
Enjoy!
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When You look at me
what do You see?
someone You desire
and wish to set free?
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Or is it sex and lust
and eyes filled with trust
and a mouth that pouts
that You can’t live without?
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Are my lips full enough?
Are my actions tough?
Will Your Cock hurt me
with each rough thrust?
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Or is my pelvis too small
for Your Cock and Balls?
Will Your girth tear my skin
when You plunge within?
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my breasts are large
and they’ll hold You between
as You push and fuck them.
Will You lick them clean?
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The cunt You dream of
is between my thighs
Your Cock inside me
is it just the right size?
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When You look at me
do You see the beast
of Your deepest Fantasies
straining to be released?
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Hidden Blonde
1 1/2 ounces Myers’s Dark Rum
1 1/2 ounces Triple Sec
1 ounce Cream
Add rum, triple sec and cream to a cocktail shaker filled with ice. Shake until well chilled. Strain into a chilled martini glass. Garnish with an orange peel twist.
Enjoy!
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