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Wednesday, May 28, 2014

Head day ... Spanking good (2) .... Erotica in prose ....

The only sound in the room was the sound of my heart beating fast and loud, as my eyes watched the sweet nectar of maple drip off his thick sex erection,
My backside was burning, but my desire was hotter then any flame of fire,
I wanted it, I desire it, I wanted to taste it in my mouth, I wanted to feel it stretch the
opening of my wet desire, then reach into its depths and extinguish the flames within,
But the rules of his game was etched in stone, and those set rules kept me from devouring the hard sweet sticky shaft pulsating inches from the greed of my lips

Patience was never my virtue, and he knew it,
The longer he made me wait, the more my excitement would grow, the more my desire would blossom, 
But also, the more my will would be consumed by his

I could feel it,
Drips of my feminine liquid slowly leaking down my leg,
While the fire in my center, burned deep and out of control, 
But my will controlled my actions of desire, and that was, not to react 

Devilish smile ran across his face, as he knew he was tormenting my mind with denial to my desire,
He waited until that right moment, and that moment was coming soon, because the scent of my  
femininity was starting to filter into air 

He smiled down at me, then leaned forward, pushing his throbbing meat next to the quiver of my lips,
"You may" was my signal to start homage to his hard throbbing cock.. 

Deep breaths steadied me, 
My thoughts were, start slow with your tongue, no teeth, no hard sucking, no deep sucking, make him scream before he explodes

His body shivered as a single fingertip ease down the center of his inner thigh,
As two fingertips gingerly circled on the bottom of his scrotum, my eyes notice the motion of his body lifting up on its toes from the sensations rapidly flowing into his loins, 
His plans for cock worship is always for me to start off slow and easy, 
To take the smoldering desire of his loins, and build it up into a five alarm fire

Eyes watches mine, as my tongue tip slowly push out from between my lips,
The tip softly licked the dripping syrup off the swollen head of his erection, swallowing, 
tasting its sweetness, 
Watching the exoticness of my action, caused cautious inside my loins

A twist of the head, the dip of my tongue down the back side of his length, caused his lungs to sigh deeply,
When my tongue slash across his scrotum, my thoughts was to slowly lick off every drop of maple syrup, but my lust over ruled and suddenly I found my mouth full of his manly nuts

At first he moaned loudly from the sudden rush of surreal sensations rushing from his sacs, up his spine, but soon his moan was followed by a deep groan, as sharp pain of my lustful sucking shot through his loins,
His breath hitched, his legs tensed, but he didn't complain, because the shear pleasure he was receiving out weighed the pain,
When his hand tugged lightly on the back of my head, I quickly realized my lips passionate grip was a little strong, and soften their grip,
Moans of pure delight soon filled the air

As his moan flowed into my ears,
My thoughts drifted to what it meant to worship his cock,
And the words "prolong pleasure" was always a part of it,
But as my tongue slid up the length of his smooth thick girth, my lustful desire had become undeniable, 
I needed to taste the flavor of his manhood on my tongue,
I needed to feel his enormity deep inside my mouth, 
I needed to taste his seed as it flowed down my throat,
 And I needed it all to happen now, which would be against his desire, against his will, against his dominance,
And the price for my actions would be ?...

(Continue on Saturday Seduction)

Manview © 1999 – 2014

Tuesday, May 27, 2014

Spanking good ...... Erotica in Prose ....

Weeks, he had ask her for homemade pancakes for saturday breakfast,
Each saturday she would ask him if he wanted her to cook him beacon and eggs,
He would say no, giving her the opportunity to remember what he had asked her for several times,
This time when she woke him up, and asked him if he wanted beacon and eggs, he became irritated and frustrated, then planned to put an end to her forgetfulness

He laid quietly in the bed and waited for his body to catch up with his thoughts,
Then in one motion he climbed out of the bed and walked into the kitchen,
He sat down in front of her as she ate her crispy beacon and eggs at the table,
You sure you don't want me to cook you some eggs she asked?
NO.. Spilled out his mouth in a firm articulated voice

She frowned at his voice tone as he got up from the table,
After urgently pushing things out his way in the pantry, he returned to her side,
She looked up and saw the pancake syrup in his hand, guilt quickly flushed across her face,
As her mouth opened to explain and ask for his forgetfulness, cold syrup flowed through the opening of her night shirt, covering her creamy round breast with its sticky sweetness

She gasp from its coldness,
She cursed at him for his boldness,
But when her eyes angrily pierce into his,  she realize his cold stare meant this was far from being over,
Her voice went to plea with him, but before the second syllable could leave her mouth, he had a handful of the back of her neck

Her body was forcefully pulled from her seat and spun in a half circle in one quick motion, by the time she regained her sense of direction, he was not only seated in her chair, she was bent over his lap with her legs locked down by his,
You better stop it, her voice yelled,
He didn't bother to speak to her, he reached out and laid the bottle of maple syrup right in front of her eyes on the table, then she felt the hem of her nightshirt being pulled up to her waist, her panties pulled down just far enough to expose her buttocks,
This is not fair she screamed,
He still did not speak, but in a flash she wished he had, as the sound of his dominance thundered on the firm roundness of her derrière flesh

Spank- Uuuu
Spank -Uuuu

She grabbed at the table trying to pull away, but this just made him more dominate then before

Spank- Oooo
Spank- Oooo
Spank- Oooo

You're noting but a big strong brute, "she yelled at him",
"Damn it, stop it!"
SPANK -OOoow her voice barked as he put his thunder down hard on the back of her tender thighs

A hesitation, a readjustment of her body on his lap,
She squirmed because she knew she had hit home with her statement, but now she was going to pay for her freedom of speech

As if on automatic, his hand came down relentlessly on the back of her thighs and derrière,
She couldn't yell out, she couldn't use any of her flamboyant curse words she like to use, Because she could barely catch her breath between the rapid-firing of the spanking he was putting down on her backside,
Her body tensed tight as if being jolted by a constant flow of electricity, as he spanked her hard and steady,
Spank, Spank, Span, Spank, 
His hand had no rhythm or aim, as it landed all over her thighs and azz,
When he stopped, her body still twitched as if it was still being spanked with his thunder

The grip on her legs loosened,  
His arm released her upper body from its grasp, 
Her body slithered down his leg like a wet noodle,
She sat up on her knees next to his leg in content silence,
Her bottom was on fire,
Her thighs burned as if they were sitting in hot oil in a frier
Her body language resembled a baby kitten who knew it had did wrong, and made its master angry

At first she didn't notice him reaching over to retrieve the bottle of syrup, but once she saw his  arm motion, she cleared her tearing eyes,
She watch him push his shorts down to his ankles,
His erection jumped up tall and proud from his taut body,
Her eyes then watched him precisely pour the thick creamy maple rich syrup over his raging hard-on, that was bouncing to his heartbeats

Watching the syrup pour over the protruding vein under his cock velvet soft skin, made her heart race,
Watching it cling to the underside of his balls, made her tongue lick her lips in anticipation,
Watching it run down his muscular thighs, made her already wet center, wetter with desire,
Watching the extra thick layer of syrup he poured over his foreskin, made her mouth water

His body turned and faced her until his throbbing hard mass was a fraction of an inch from her lips,
She smiled inside not only because she knew what he was about to make her do, but by the light color of the syrup, she knew when he was fumbling around in the cabinet looking for the syrup, he was looking for her brand, and not that dark thick horrible tasting stuff of his, that's full of added sugar, 
It made her heart happy that no matter want, he's always thinking of her ....

(Part 2 on Head Day )
@ Pleasure Principle, no this is not the one from your blog
 S is for Spanking :)
1Manview © 1999 – 2014

Sunday, May 25, 2014

Saturday, May 24, 2014

Rendición ... Picture poem (in prose)

Lust doesn't have any patients,
Desire doesn't care,
Passion is the fuel,
Release is the only option,
To sexual gratification

1Manview © 1999 – 2014

Friday, May 23, 2014

Orgasm .... Wordplay poem ... (revisited)

These are the words that describe the word "orgasm" by the poet Wolfemann...
I use his words in his order, then wrote this erotic poem... I embrace wofemann words with "-"

caresses, kisses, tickles, nips, bites, licks, flicks, dips, pokes, inside, wet, deep, thrusts harder

faster, deeper, legs, clit, thighs, hips, breast, nipple, tongues, tender, folds of flesh,

fingers probing, tongues dancing, hips pounding, pelvis grinding, backs arching,
panting, sweating, shaking, throbbing, bursting, burning, hot like fire, ambrosia.

While his fingers "caresses" the nape of her neck, a quiet moan jounced in her throat
As her head tilts back, he couldn't resist putting loving "kisses" on the sweetness of her soft lips...

His fingers intertwine in her hair and gently pull her head back further, a kiss of softness "tickles" the smooth flesh on her neck, followed by a playful "nip" and quick "bites' that sent electrifying chills down her spine
As if following a designated trail, the pink tip of his tongue "licks" its way downward, slowly sliding over her nipples, around the tender bottom of her round breast

It keeps falling like a heat seeking missile, passing over her tender naval, before taking a brief detour to suckle on the tender inside of the thickest part of her inner thighs

She moans, her body contorts, as the firmness of his soft pink flesh rides on her thighs bare surface, like a surf board rides on a low gentle tide
But the center of her heat lures it back on the trail of sexualization...
Once it arrives to the opening of her heated core, tenderly it "flicks"" and "dips", then "pokes" its head "inside" her pink, soft, "wet," pliable walls
She screams as her cream fills the orifice of his mouth with sweet hot nectar, while the tip of his pink flesh ravish the soft pink walls in the middle of her heat

As her body surges with sensations, she moans for him to fulfill her desire with the harness that extends from his sculptured body,
Quickly he takes his throbbing man flesh and impales it "deep" into the hot, wet infernal positioned underneath him

His thoughts were of gentle, slow stokes of love making, but each "thrust" is "harder", "faster", and "deeper", then the last
Her "legs" reach up to the sky, letting his harden flesh fall deeper inside her hot pink domain of flaming walls, letting his wide girth ride on the side of her "clit", sending piercing sensations deep into her loins
Her 'thighs" grip tighter around his "hips" as his deep strokes bounces her body violently up and down on top of the pillow softness of his king size mattress

As his eyes glance down, they're hypnotize by her "breast" bouncing in a small circle, his lips couldn't resist inhaling her erect "nipple" inside the moist heat of his mouth
She groaned loudly then pulled his hair violently, pulling his head upward; as soon as their eyes meet, she kissed his lips forcefully with passion heat

"Tongues" danced as deep long strokes of manly flesh glided in and out the raging heat between her legs
Passion moans filled the air as deep strokes wailed, as hips collided head-on like two steaming freight trains
Just as his hips pulled upward for another long deep stroke, his hard throbbing enormity pulls out the steaming opening between her thighs
He groans, she moans, as the addicting sensations of passionate rhythm is broken

As his hard manly flesh throbs in the open air, his fingertips ease over her tender “folds of flesh”
With "fingers probing", tongues dancing, their bodies invert positions
Once in position, she lowers her center on the slick surface of his hardness, her folds gently opens for his extension like a pink flower, his hardness falls fast and deep inside the confides of her core, it wasn't long before their dance of passionate lust was back in rhythm
With "hips pounding", "pelvis grinding", "backs arching", sexual release was now on the fore-front of their minds

Grasping his waist, she leans forward, her eyes fixated on the harden flesh impaling deeply in and out her molten core, she watches the smooth shinning flesh on his enormity rush up and down the center of the wet, smooth surface, of her core canal
Her eyes close as the overpowering sensations pushed her closer to the consummation of release

As she rides his harden flesh like a cowboy rides a bucking stallion, the center of her core starts to quake deep in her loins, her frantic breathing turns to ''panting", her bare flesh starts "sweating" continuously, as her orgasmic release swept through her body like a thunderous cavalry charge, causing her body to quake and shiver, while her haven walls spasm tight in pleasurable delight

His hips thrust his harden flesh harder the imaginable, his eyes followed her "shaking" body while it bounces up and down on his growing harden girth, her lungs scream his name for all to heal

As her body regain its composer, she could feel his girth widening and "throbbing" rapidly, she tightens her walls and moved her hips in quick, tight circles, squeezing his enormity like a King Cobra squeezes its prey
Frozen with atomic like sensations, his body lays still, as she rides his enormity into submission, his mind into moral relativity
She rides him hard and fast until she felt his white seed "bursting" deep into the den of her hot "burning" core

His seed was "hot like fire" as it ejaculated into the depths of her core, she moaned on each palpitation of his quickly going flaccid flesh
Hearts pounded, visions blurred, deep breaths takes in huge quantities of air as their spent bodies lay in a heap

As the "ambrosia" smell of passionate sex lingered in the air, their bodies slept peacefully, while intertwine in the position of passion...

Wednesday, May 21, 2014

Head day ..... Drool 2 ....

Soft as velvet,
Smooth as pure silk,
Covers core of hard unyielding flesh,
Thats wrapped by the tense grip of my hand

Deep breaths move chest in and out,
As the steady glide of my agile hand,
Ease up and down the rigid core of his elongated length

Eyes stare watch,
His legs twitch,
The sidle movement of his hips,
While my hand fluent dip,
And fingertips tight grip,
Manipulate the substance of his harden core

Palm slide steadily up and down,
Causing his bright smile to frown,
From jubilation, 
Of sex sensations

The harder my fingertips grip,
The harder his core gets,

Of exhilaration,
Rush through his loins,
As anticipation,
Rampage through his mind,
As clear drool,
Of his sexual arousal,
Leaks from the core seam,
Of his manhood means

Lips smooth steady stimulation,
Lead to loins titillation, 
Causing a gigantic ejaculation,
Of his creamy white hot seed

1Manview © 1999 – 2014

Monday, May 19, 2014

Caress ... Prose poem ...

Eyes loving stare, gingerly rake over the nakedness of flesh,

A moment before his soft, moist, suckling kisses, tenderly rain on the nape of neck,

Fingertips gentleness, is felt deeply massaging the soft folds between the firmness of my thighs,

Making them swell and glister in sexual heat, 

While my body goes limp, in sexual submit,

Thighs pressed open,

Rock hard mass is felt, caressing the swell of swollen folds,

Briefly before it roughly intrude into the softness of my core center,

Extorting a lingering moan, pass my parted lips...

1Manview © 1999 – 2014

Saturday, May 17, 2014

Monday Moaning... Morning glory ....

Fingertips quietly forge open the end of the tunnel,
That take the shape of a funnel,
His head lead the way through the silence of darkness,
Soft cloth unfolds before him, 
Scent of her pungent perfume tells him he's near,
Making his objective crystal clear,
Like a snake his tongue flicker out and touch his prey

First taste: 
To wet,
Each lick,
Down her tight slit

Hands turn his head a click,
To alter licks,
To a direct hit,
Hips lift,
Body tense into a sexual fit

Legs shiver,
Thighs quiver,
Then tighten,
As orgasm ripens

Deep breaths,
Inflate chest,
Hips quickly gyrate,
While clit gets irate
Licks deepen, 
Her taste sweetens,
Bed frame tremor and shakes

Voice cry out:
Hips buck,
Tongue tuck,
Lips suck,
Her body ducks,

 Into a comatose fuss

Sanctuary silence returns to the hidden lover,
Hidden under her bed cover...

1Manview © 1999 – 2014

Friday, May 16, 2014

Liebster award .....

I was given a Liebster award a couple weeks ago. This award is for discovering new bloggers.  Thank you Diane at Reason or Rhyme. I have been trying to slip it in between my poems. My Bad for taking so long Diane. :) 

In order to accept the award here are the rules to follow: (Me follow rules. OK)

  1. Thank the person who nominated you and post a link to their blog on your blog.
  2. Display the award on your blog– by including it in your post and / or displaying it using a “widget” or “gadget”.
  3. Answer 11 questions about yourself which will be provided to you by the person who nominated you.
  4. Provide 11 random facts about yourself.
  5. Nominate 5 to 11 blogs you feel deserve this award, who have less than 1000 followers. (Note that you can ask the blog owner this since not all blogs display the widget that lets readers know this information.
  6. Create a new list of questions for the blogger to answer.
  7. List these rules on your post. Once you have written and published it, you then have to :
  8. Inform people/blogs that you nominated that they have been nominated for the Liebster Award and provide a link for them to your post so they can learn about it (they might not have heard of it!)
Here are the questions I'm suppose to answer ... :)

1. Where’s your most favorite place to be?
    Between the warmth of her thighs

2. Where would you most like to travel to?
    Like most people, i haven't seen the best of my own state.
    After that, I would like to travel to the U.K.

3. If you could have one do-over in your life what would you use it for?
     I wouldn't. We learn from our mistakes..

4. What’s your favorite movie?
    Shane (The western) 

5. What was your least favorite subject in school?
     English! (Can't you tell by my constant english errors)

6. High heels, love them or hate them?
    Love them on her, hate them on me... :)

7. If you had the house to yourselves, where would you most like to fool around?
     In my den, while sitting on my computer chair, on the floor next to my computer chair,
     while she's kneeling in front of my computer chair. while I'm kneeling in front of my computer chair, 
     Reverse cowgirl on my computer chair, I need a new computer chair.. :)

8.  Do you have a spanking bucket list?  If so, what would you like to cross off next?
     (Darn, have to pass on this one )  :)

9. What color would your dream car be?
     It's red... (my very first new car)

10. What is your go-to sex toy?
     I'll let you guess. It's enclosed, soft, warm, pink and wet...

11. If you could wave a magic wand to stop aging, what age would you stop at?
      That's a good question. But, I have learned so much in the last ten years of my life, 
      I would hate to go back and not know what I know about life now. I pass on the wand...

Thank you Diane. In the past i have passed up on any awards because they had stop being fun and turned political. But being chosen by someone who just started reading my blog, I had to accept. 
         I just hope this one keeps being fun...
         I'll have to make up a list of blogs for the award later. 

Wednesday, May 14, 2014

Make it rain .... Prose poem ....

Tongue slowly lashing between my moisten folds,
Making them wet with the warm spit of your slick saliva,
Body sweat,
Pressure slowly building up,
While your tongue tenderly lash deep between, 
The center of my womanly blossom

My mind now thinking of your pretty dick,
Drenching deep inside my pink wick,
Trying to reach the means of my watery depths

Thighs contract tight around your head,
As tongue sweep deep into my wet pink

Stomach muscles spasm,
As body orgasm,
While your tongue lick,
Around and on the tip,
Of my pink, hard, erect clit

Pleas of cry, tell you to stop,
But stop, you must not,
Not until my body rise, shudder and sake, like it was tased by a city cop,
Then fall into the tranquility of an rapturous orgasmic flop

1Manview © 1999 – 2014