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Tag: desire
The Breakup – 75 word Story
A few silly words
Brian looked into his wife’s eyes and sighed.
“I’m so sorry it ended like this” he said “I wanted it to work but I realise we want different things.”
Carla said nothing, staring back expressionless.
“I know” Brian continued. “I know it’s my fault I just…”
Brian paused, he had hoped for something. Anything.
“Fine, just fine” he said picking up his shovel and tipping soil over Carla’s already stiffening body. “Silent treatment it is…”
Yet nother valentines limerick.
One for the man in your life.
I adore your diminutive penis
My boobs love it when it is between us
And that cum face you make
When I make your knees shake
Happy valentines, from your sweet Venus
Happy Never After – Room 101
Just a quick 101 words
I haven’t done this for a while. 101 words. Sometimes a beginning, sometimes an end. Or even a frustratingly pointless middle.
With rain running down her face Maria smiled as she remembered that first meeting. Mother said that she’d know when she met the one. Mother was right.
She loved his charm, that assured way he walked over and god that confidence. Her pulse still raced at the thought, the way he looked at her with those dark eyes and the things she felt when he placed his hand unexpectedly on her arm. He was intoxicating and too delicious to resist.
“I wonder if he has a brother?” She thought tipping the final shovel of soil over his face and walking away…
A final Creepy Love Poem.
A fond farewell to these at last…
You’re the sun on my face
You’re the wind in my sails
My everything and my all
.
Im the breath on your windows
The rustling in your bush
Want to cut you open, climb inside
.
Breathing deep I inhale you, musty and wet
Hunched over your laundry basket
I squirm as my heart leaps inside
.
Carve you’re name into my desperate flesh
Your name drips from my lonely lips
I want to wear you , my corpse bride
Even More Super Creepy Love Poems. Feast on my cheese.
It’s a little jarring in it’s construct but love makes you feel that way. Right?
My love knows no ends, let us be more than friends
Oh let me feel your rampant thunder
Thighs spread wide
Im ripped asunder
Use me, abuse me make me your floozy
Touch me , take me , make me yours,
apple in my mouth
Crawling on all fours
You’re my snow white, I adore, and I’m all of your dwarves
Damp, humid, clammy, dampish, Drippy
Dewy, dank, not-dry and oozy
muggy, moist and slippy
My heart will rhyme until end of time
I am your refuge, come, paint my walls.
My pink canvas, your magnolia strokes
I’m your sport, use my balls.
More Creepy love poems
This one’s particularly bad. So bad it’s good right ?!?!
Oh let me feel the thrust and parry
your long sword deep and penetrating
piercing the armour of my heart
driving deep within my wanton soul
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You are the marauder at my gates
the barbarian at my city walls
beard wet, wild eyed
loins girded in the skins of the moist beasts you have tamed
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Lay siege to my heart as your ram batters my back doors
let me feel your furious love spill over my ramparts
My moat filled with your explosions
My portcullis trembling as you pound against my defences
.
Oh lay waste to my ladies vegetable garden
And run wild through my thick undergrowth
Take me, Impale me, I surrender
All I have is yours
Creepy love poems
Warm and squishy. One for the romantics out there…
Oh won’t you let me climb inside you
Let me wear you like a skin
And to feel your heart a beating
And to touch you from within.
.
What you see I want to witness
When you hear ill hear it too
When you nap ill snooze inside you
Let me be there when you poo.
.
From your innards i can feel you
As I’m nestled in between
I can feel your pain quite clearly
‘Twixt your liver and your spleen
.
Oh let me crawl right up inside you
Wont you let me show u love
There inside your flesh and sinew
Let me wear you like a glove
.
My desire knows no limits
And my love is absolute
Here its warm and wet and safe
Inside my juicy love skin suit
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Beyond the night sky
In space nobody can hear your thrumbus go sploosh…
I wrote a bunch of prompts you can read about the process here. This is my response to one of them.
Gentrax wiped his brow as she entered the room. There was a look in her eye and a sway in her gait that told him that it was time. She was ready. As she crossed the floor towards him he gulped and stared and watched with a hunger at the way Dorenta’s thrumbus pulsated with vivid green’s and blue’s.
Tonight would be the night that their clanbond would finally be fulfilled and he would take his rightful place in the glorious caves of the forefathers .
Standing before him she spread wide her trill and licked her lips. The moonlight flooding into the room through the opening high in the cave ceiling made her scales flash irredescent. “Present yourself” she said with an intensity in her eyes that left him breathless.
Gentrax stood from where he lay on the mat of rushes that he had spent the afternoon preparing. His chest rose and fell and his skellit rattled, warm and moist, and she circled him drawing a clawed talon across his splintle. He bit his lip as pleasure flooded through his body.
“Are you my betrothed?” she asked standing so close that he could almost taste her.
He answered as taught by the shamen. “I am your betrothed and my body is yours.”
Gentrax smiled as she cupped his floosh, gently at first, and then squeezed until he winced.
“Impressive” she said as her thrumbus turned a dark crimson.
She was pleased , Gentrax told himself, and if she was pleased then surely he would prove worthy. She released him and then pulled him into her forcefully. Her body hypnotic as she moved, as if to the very rhythm of the passage of time itself. The curves of her body brushed against him and his tongue snaked from between his lips hungry for the taste of her.
“I am yours” he hissed as she lay on the rush bed and becloned form him to join her.
His skellit was already in full bloom, the lips pink and full. She presented her trill, it’s small sharp teeth glistening in the moon light. “Lie with me” she demanded.
Gentrax prostrated himself next to her and felt the weight of her against his back. Pleasure coursed through his body as his floosh opened wide and its musky aroma filled the cave.
“You are ripe indeed” she said as she took his skellit deep inside her. He felt the small teeth grip him tight and the mox of pain and pleasure left him breathless. Her talons dug into his shoulders and he cried out as he felt her trill sever his skellit.
“Sweet delight” he mumbled as she rose up over him, her thrumbus now inky black as the night sky. Talons pushed further into him and he began to bleed, the thick green life blood seeping through the reeds and onto the dusty cave floor.
“You are my betrothed” she roared as his eyes widened and his floosh exploded from between the spines on his back, his precious life giving nectar pooling between his scales for her to devour.
She licked her lips and leanign forward hungrily consumed it before again leanign over him, her mouth next to his ear.
“You have served me well my love” she said, her voice low and little more than a whisper. Her jaw widened and her eyes rolled back into her head as he smiled knowing that he had proven worthy.
As she removed his head he rejoiced as he knew his race was run and tonight he would join the forefathers.
The Last Summer
As summer’s end draws near my thoughts turn once more to you.
I wrote a bunch of prompts you can read about the process here. This is my response to one of them.
As summer’s end draws near my thoughts turn once more to you. Though my memories fade into sepia tones you remain as vibrant as the day I first laid eyes on you. So full of life you sparkled like the stars and oh how I recall that first time I saw you and just being in the same room as you simply took my breath away.
I remember your smile, and oh god the way you smelled. Vanilla and violets, you left me heady and desperate for more of you. Something. Anything. Intense and raw and without constraint we lived and loved I swear even now were you here my heart would near burst at the sight of you. No matter how many summers pass into autumn I remember you so very clearly still.
When all else has faded to grey I know I will still have you, and our sweetest of moments will linger, and I will close my eyes and see you lying beside me, the morning sun on your pale skin as you sleep.
Time steals such precious moments as thrill our hearts today and I hold evermore tight as all else slips from my grasp. The way you move and the sweetness of you voice. Even more sweet embrace after such longing when apart.
All these things are treasures beyond compare and bring such joy, though sadness often lingers close behind. Green to gold the seasons turn and as I sit looking out I see the tree, old and gnarled and bark scarred as deep as my soul. The place where you sat so many lazy crazy days.
The place where you now rest.
A symbol of my obsession, of my regret, and where hidden you lie alone in cold, hard ground.
Fatties in Space – Part 5
I missed them so they’re back for another brief outing. as a prelude to something else.
Part 1 is here, Part 2 can be found here and part 3 is right here. Oh and here is part 4…
It’s best to read those first if you like poems and such about fat people shagging in space. Yes I know that’s not a real thing but its just a bit of fun. Use your imagination. 🙂
Time advances, desire, smoulders where once was fire
and our couple are settled, content
And theyre into a groove, life, careers on the move
at they end of their day both feel spent
And they slip into bed, where once passions burned red
a nice book, cup of tea, striped pj’s
And he turns, to suggest, and caresses her breast
but alas now asleep, snores away
And he gives her a nudge says “I ain’t packed your fudge,
sixty nined or devoured you for weeks.
Ive not sampled your breasts dumped my load on your chest
left hand marks on your plump bottom cheeks”
She insists thats it’s fine, they’ve just not had the time
but tomorrow for sure, it’s a date
so he lies in the dark seems they’ve just lost their spark
rubs one out as he just cannot wait
Then he ponders their lot, wonders how they’ve forgot
the wild nights here on earth and in space
and he vows to do better, make his heart’s true love wetter
falls asleep as he caresses her face
Mmmmmilky
The post that is not a post.
M has served up another delicious portion of prompts for January over here. This is in response to: “Milky white peaks charmed their senses..”
Okay so I started this but stopped because mostly it just made me sound like a perverted 15 year old.
I figured milky white peaks would be a fantastic name for a cowgirl you know, red shequed shirt with a white frill across the front, snug jeans and perhaps some rhinestone boots. She was going to have an ample busom and there would be campfires and horse wrangling and baked beans eaten from a frying pan and oh the tales they would tell of her milky white peaks.
Then I realised that I was just thinking about Dolly Parton and it just felt wrong to write about her millky white peaks because she is like 72 and that is older than my mum and I don’t really want to think of either in any sort of…well just no.
Not that I would think of my mum like that. or Dolly. Good god what is wrong with you people. It was just an age thing…
Anyway…I’ll try again tomorrow and hopefully this whole sordid episode will be behind me by then and I will feel a little less uncomfortable with myself.
Happens to us all right?
Of love and lust and gettign a little bit splooshy
M has served up another delicious portion of prompts for January over here. This is in response to: “Every inch of his body sensed her presence.”
There’d been flirting and longing and deep admiration
he found her enticing, with much admiration
he craved her since day one and felt such frustration
her dark eyes, soft skin, sweet disposition
How he wondered if ever they might be united
a deep hunger he felt, he so often delighted
in sweet flights of fancy his passions ignited
to be with her his greatest ambition
‘Cross the room he did see her and loins burned with fire
watched her play with her hair felt consumed with desire
caught her eye, and she smiled and he melted entire
how he craved her, his secret admission
And quite sudeen she’s there and she smiles, says hello
introduces herself and it so seems to throw
him quite sideways, she laughs says she really must go
“let’s swop numbers’ her sweet proposition
One thing leads to another as things tend to do
text turns to call turns to date and then two
and he knows she’s the one he wants nobody new
time to kiss ‘spite nervous disposition
In the dark of the cinema quirms in his seat
every inch of his body felt presence most sweet
turns to face her she sees him her lips his then greet
warm soft bounty his sweet acquisition
Head and heart swell in her gorgeous embrace
and his body reacts and his pulse quickens pace
and then Sploosh he explodes quite all over the place
cannon-esque, with hot white ammunition
“Oh my word” she exclaims as his face twists in pleasure
and his trousers run thick with his thick baby treasure
and he splutters and coughs one last time for good measure
says he’s sorry with heartfelt contrition
So the moral it seems is to try take it easy
or your trouser will end up quite sticky and greasy
and all thoughts of sweet love be they ever so cheesy
will be spent with pre-mature condition
After party
Not really sure wtf this is but its something I suppose.
He waits, each day repeated forever hoping
All pressed cotton and fathers aftershave
Crimson wrists match carnation’s hue
And wet cheeks like blood red roses blush
At mere thought yet thought alone can wrench
And heart in chest does twist and writhe
then shrivel scorned and turn to dark
until madness claims him for her own
And with malady and melody sweeps away to cold dark soil
And love young dream fades slowly to black until daybreak once more
Jezebel
sometimes I just start typing words and hope something even half sensible emerges…
A heady mix of dark and light she dances
like gossamer on the breeze and sugar on the tongue
she delights, and in her freedom beckons you to follow
sweet whispers and soft words engage
and head and heart and form then with electric thrill
and without thought of consequence enslaved
to worship and new supplicant is wilful born
and freely takes his place in writhing mass of flesh
Fizzy Whizzy’s – March Prompts 1/31
In celebration at the end of a rather serious February
M’s writing prompts for March came with the following instructions:
“…set your timer for ten minutes and begin writing about one of the prompts listed below. Don’t worry about spelling, punctuation, neatness, or anything like that; just write!”
The night was cold
And creatures old
Came creeping from the deep
And to your bed
Dreams in your head
They come your soul to keep
Long fingers bone
Into your home
The knob they slowly turn
And they possess
The things you bless
And for your keepsakes yearn
They feed on lust
Deceit, mistrust
On hearts so black and busy
They see your lies
Your burning thighs
Here come the fizzy wizzy
And as dawn breaks
Their prey they take
And never to return
Bed empty left
Of life bereft
Take heed and lesson learn
Cupid’s Conspiracy – In the Dark 20
In celebration at the end of a rather serious February
Another month of M’s writing prompts lies ahead. I did them all in December but was less successful in January. Let’s see how we do in February shall we.
So cupid woke in quite a mood
thought, “no bugger this lark!
I’m of a mind to be quite rude”
And out he did embark
In search of those who go unloved
Mischievous now his quest
With arrow true, pulled back, take aim
And shoot to lonely chest
With temper foul, his aim not skew
“Just watch this!” he did gloat
And stuck poor Brian, made him love
Old Barnaby the goat
And Barnaby he quite bewitched
His goat loins filled with lust
For Brian in his corduroys
Man/goat love now a must
And cupid laughed and watched them both
Their eyes and bodies burning
A love affair, a passion lit
A tale of cross breed yearning
And to his home Brian did take
Barnaby, who gladly went
And frantic loving they enjoyed
Until they both were spent
And Cupid clapped his hands with glee
his mission quite achieved
he made poor Brian love that goat
and goat seemed rather pleased
And to this day together still
their love endures quite strong
and they take turns at who’s on top
‘cos Brian can’t last long
Amorous affections – In the Dark 22
The devil made me do it.
Another month of M’s writing prompts lies ahead. I did them all in December but was less successful in January. Let’s see how we do in February shall we.
Gentle and tender his caress
pulse races, in his arms
Undying love he will confesses
He’ll never do her harm
She swears she’s his, her searching done
He knows that she’s the one
His roaming days are left behind
She’s his summer and his sun
She melts as lips, so soft and warm
Meet hers and deep she sighs
Her stomach flips, does somersaults
She’s lost inside his eyes
And under sun, both warm and bright
He knows she’ll be his bride
She bites her lip, and whispers sweet
“pop two fingers inside”
Red Crush – In the Dark 8
I thought perhaps I would turn my hand to a spot of erotic fiction…
Another month of M’s writing prompts lies ahead. I did them all in December but was less successful in January. Let’s see how we do in February shall we.
Love’s passions red
Thoughts in his head
Lies in death’s bed
And scheme
Unknown, she sleeps
through curtains peeps
and inslide creeps
She’ll scream
Calls stifled still
Exerts his will
And drinks his fill
She’ll dream
And drifts to black
No turning back
Now life she’ll lack
His queen
Roll up roll up get your steaming hot love limericks
A tale of love in the middle ages
This week your WordPress feed with be filled with the theme of love, and through my limericks and haiku I will attempt to fill you with some of mine.
Once a fellow quite fond of romance
took a buxom young girl to a dance
he was charming and sweet
swept her right off her feet
all a plan to get into her pants
photo courtesy of me
Roll up roll up get your steaming hot love limericks
A tale of love in the middle ages
This week your WordPress feed with be filled with the theme of love, and through my limericks and haiku I will attempt to fill you with some of mine.
A sweet maid gave her heart to her fella
but alas she was ripe he could smell her
from her feet to her pits
tits and girl naughty bits
but was desperate so chose not to tell her
photo courtesy of me
Erotic Sentiments – In the Dark 9
I thought perhaps I would turn my hand to a spot of erotic fiction…
Another month of M’s writing prompts lies ahead. I did them all in December but was less successful in January. Let’s see how we do in February shall we.
I thought perhaps I would turn my hand to a spot of erotic fiction for this prompt piece but realised that I would need to be serious and found it rather difficult.
There I am trying to create the right mood for you the reader but before I know it I am throwing in words willy nilly such as throbbing, veined and moist.
“You’re better than that Michael” I tell myself sternly and quickly follow it with a paragraph where I choose to toss in engorged, breathless and arched in quick succession.
“No one needs that, the 50 shades phase has passed” I insist (though Mrs Michael did go to the cinema the other night to watch it) before attempting a scene where a white cotton shirt is ripped asunder exposing a smooth taut chest.
I had to do a spot of research on the matter and by the time I was done my description of the smoothness of the aforementioned chest was such that it made it sound like it was that of a child and I quickly deleted it because no one wants to read about children ripping anything asunder never mind nice cotton shirts.
My browser was also full of dark curly haired fellow looking wistfully into the distance whilst their shirts flapped in the wind.
At this point I am thinking I will give it one last go but I found myself overusing the letter ‘m’ in my ‘mmmmm’ and realised that I had no idea what I was doing, the female in the piece sounded like she had a really bad cold and that not only should I pack it in and go fill the dishwasher or empty the bins but I should delete all trace of the piece entirely just in case one of the kids stumbles upon it.
I really don’t know my vulva from my Volvo and I wouldn’t want tmy boys having to ask why nice Mrs Chambers from number 4 was having her Volvo examined by the postman. He’s a nice enough chap but not sure he knows much about cars.
Roll up roll up get your steaming hot love limericks
Dirty dirty dirty
This week your WordPress feed with be filled with the theme of love, and through my limericks and haiku I will attempt to fill you with some of mine.
A comely barmaid from Mauritius
proclaimed “Semen is oh so delicious
and so good for my skin
and it keeps me quite thin
full of protein and very nutritious.”
photo courtesy of me
Roll up roll up get your steaming hot love limericks
Men…really.
This week your WordPress feed with be filled with the theme of love, and through my limericks and haiku I will attempt to fill you with some of mine.
Chap I know met a lass from Djibouti
Eyes like sapphires and lips red like rubies
said he so loved her mind
but quite adored her behind
and was rather obsessed with her boobies
photo courtesy of me
Roll up roll up get your steaming hot love limericks
Chances are they will be inappropriate. In fact it is almost certain.
This week your WordPress feed with be filled with the theme of love, and through my limericks and haiku I will attempt to fill you with some of mine.
Loves young dream at the alter they stand
the wedding she wanted, quite grand
three hours later all tears
full of champagne and beers
bridesmaid caught with his knob in her hand
photo courtesy of me
Afterwards 