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Forced…

What I really want,
Is a man to fuck my cunt.
To pin me down with his hands and knees,
To make me feel, to make me see.
See his steel cock rise straight as a sword,
To watch him tie my limbs with cuffs and a cord.
I want to be forced to suck his thick cock,
To smother my mouth as he roughly rocks.
Rocks back and forth deep into my mouth,
As I gag and squirm, his hands heading south.
Dry dirty hands used to stir the flow,
To make me wet as I continue to blow.
Blow his hard cock that still fucks my face,
Wondering if he’ll ever let me leave this place.
He’ll move his body and I’ll try to block,
But just smacks my pussy with his big throbbing cock.
He’ll shove his big cock violently in my slit,
Pull it out again to make it wet with his spit.
Then fuck me hard and strong as never before,
Calling me names like “slut” and “whore”,
A whore that screams loud in conflicting pleasure,
My pussy being fucked so hard, a feeling not meant to be measured.
His hands clenched around my neck,
Leaving gray wounds I won’t soon forget.
Forget being force-fucked and tied to a bed,
Not today, not tomorrow, not ever in my head.
He’s done with me now, my cunt all creamy,
I’m dazed and confused, my mind dreamy.
Dreamy and used is how I now feel,
I’ll endure this again, that was our deal. © Erin May 2010
Copyright 2010 by Erin ([email protected]) All rights reserved. Not to be reproduced without written permission from the author.

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To My Wife

A love poem…third post from the point of view of my older friend Gary (aka 67Goat)

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Her and I

I fill her with pleasure and delight
In front of the warm fire light
She is wet and she is hot
I give her all I got
First I kiss her face
And take in the scent of her grace
Then I move to her nipples
My tongue moves her body like lakeside ripples
I move down further to the spot of her pleasure
The greatest unseen treasure
I lick, pull, and tease
Until she begs “please”
She gets up and returns the favour
It’s just the nature of behaviour
She puts her moist mouth around my cock
Like a ship finally in the home dock
She sucks and sucks and sucks
Just as good as she fucks
I turn her over and lay her down
So we can ‘go to town’
I plunge my sword deep inside of her
And barely hear the whisper
Of the ‘oh’ before the fall
When she surrenders and gives it her all
She takes it from the back
My god she has a beautiful rack
She takes it from the front
I pound that sweet, wet cunt
“Harder, harder”
“Faster, faster”
She screams with all her might
Oh what a beautiful sight
As her orgasm peaks she loses all control
And I keep pounding her pink hole
I start to feel the tension
That moment of suspension
I can’t last much longer
As the feeling gets stronger
Suddenly I cum and ejaculate
I am in a euphoric state
She moans happy and content
That she is completely spent
We lie together, in a lovers embrace
With the look of heaven on her face
~sexy_poet

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Do It Now

Do It Now
Your sausage spreads my walls so far apart
And goes so far inside it scrapes my heart;
No other man could ever fill me so
Or make me come so often, that I know.
The orgasms you give me wear me out,
But God! that’s not a thing to beef about!
I want your beef inside me ev’ry night,
Over and over till the morning light.
I want to feel your rod explode in me,
Not trapped in latex, natural and free.
I want to feel your semen fill my cave
And wash away my senses with its wave.
I want you so much that I can’t see straight,
I want you now, and I don’t want to wait!

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His Loss

Back when I was married
My husband would always say,
The best way to stay healthy
is to eat pussy every day.
Everyday he would bring it up
that I should have sex with another girl,
And I know that he resented me
for not giving it a whirl.
He always bugged me about it
everyday of our married life,
How could eating pussy
be something he wanted from his wife?
After 13 years of this shit
I had had quite enough,
I stopped all the things he liked
and even stopped shaving my muff.
Then he finally asked me
why things in the bedroom changed so much,
He had begun to notice that
I even cringed at his touch.
Why did you quit shaving
and stop sucking on my cock?
Lately it seems like
I’ve been sleeping with a rock.
You never get aggressive
and grab me by the balls,
There’s no more spontenaity
and fucking against the walls.
I truely miss making love to you
and all those kinky things we’d try,
Something is really wrong with us
and I’m about to break down and cry.
Was it something that I said or did
that has got you acting this way?
Thats when I told him that his lesbian talk
pisses me off more and more each and every day.
He said that to go through your life
without eating pussy is a waste,
I know that you would like it
if you got just a little taste.
I never once had told him
that I often fantasized bout it,
Wrapping my warm and succulent lips
around a hard and throbbing clit.
Slipping my eager and hungry tongue
into a wet inviting pussy hole,
And my pussy having no more use
for his seven and a half inch pole.
I told him I would try it
but it would surely make him sick,
Because if I have to eat a pussy
then he would have to suck a dick.
He said that there was no fucking way
that he was going to suck on some guys cock,
I told him to drop it then
or continue sleeping with a rock!
It wasn’t long after that
that our marriage came to an end,
Because of his constant bugging me
there was no way I would bend.
Three weeks after our divorce
I gave pussy eating a try,
And every since that awesome night
I haven’t been with another guy.
Making love with a woman
is oh so much better,
And I can honestly say
That NO man has made me wetter!
What it all boils down to
is that the woman is the boss,
And since he wouldn’t quit buggin me
It was his mother fucking loss!

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It is real

A friends of mine recently has been through a series of heart break. She convinced herself that love didn’t exist. That there was room in her heart for family, friends, and GOD; but no room for anyone special. I wrote her this… will post her responce depending on the comments