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Thursday, December 17, 2020
My Christmas wish .... Prose poem
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Sunday, December 13, 2020
Saturday, December 5, 2020
Saturday seduction: Never say goodnight
With eyes now fully close, I suddenly feel your presence next to the bed.
The bed lightly moves as you enter.
I can feel your eyes trying to investigate mine.
With eyes slightly open, I politely say goodnight.
You gingerly pull the covers off me and straddle my near-naked body that habitually wears shorts to bed.
You lift, then pull the center of your white panties to one side. Then lower the top of your lingerie to expose your firm breast. After hearing a deep sigh, I heard, "never say goodnight when you know I need your love," and lower your body down on my lethargic manhood and lightly rock your hips back and forth.
In the darkness, your lips sought and found mine, then embrace mines with such a tender touch, my passion urgently awakens.
Heartbeats that were quietly beating are now thumping loudly inside my chest.
Fire erupts inside my loins.
While a dull pain insert itself inside my groan
As my trapped rigid extension try to reach out to you
Soft womanly hands pull and rip open the front of my shorts, then pull my aching, throbbing, unyielding fiber out into the open.
Then you slowly lower the softness of your body center-slit over its towering shaft and gingerly impale its hard-thick core into the wet smoldering moist heat of your love canal.
Audible moans escape into the air as you grind your hips down hard on mine while gyrating your curvy hips in a tight circle, torquing your pink, soft, pliable walls firmly on my stiff manly shaft.
Thick curvy hips slowly lift, then slowly ease down. Pushing and pulling my manly fiber in and out the warmth of your moisten womb.
I can feel your pliable walls give way to the thick girth of my rock hard penile on every thrust of your hips.
A swallowed moan reverberate in my throat as the ecstasy of sensations overwhelms my senses.
Words of "you feel so good inside me" awakens the impeccable lust I have for you.
"I love you so much," awakens my soul. ..As your simple words, took my heart of whole
Manly hands ride on firm hips, lifting your body higher and setting you down firmer on my hips, impaling my hard mass deep inside you.
Your hips swirled and ground as the pace of our lecherous act quickens.
Faster is not fast enough.
Hard is not hard enough.
As passion sensations filled our loins to capacity
Thunderous orgasm rage through your extremities as your hips collide into mine again and again.While my hands hold your hips like an anchor, keeping your body upright on top of mine.
Soft pink walls collapse around my hardness, tugging and pulling on it with a firm grip, causing electrified sensations to swoop inside my loins Enticing it to spew its hot white wine into the heated dark depths of your womb.
Hard palpitation followed by deep ejaculation had my hard substance jumping between your soft walls until the last drop of my wine spilled into the pink lining of your womb.
Our bodies held still, waiting for our minds to return from the unknown world of passion.
Our body's mixture of liquid seeping down my soft shaft flesh was felt as your hips teasingly mimic your passion gyrations that have come to past.
Hips gyrations come to a rest.
Your limber body leans forward.
A deep wet kiss devours my lips with a kiss so hot, the heat of it lingered through the night.
While my soft extension rest inside your love nest
My fingertips reach and pull the covers over our naked bodies.
So, the first person to wake can start making love between the soft cotton sheets.
1Manview © 2020
Sunday, November 29, 2020
Monday moaning: Wishing well ... Sensual poetry (Picture poem in prose)
Ductile touches slowly awaken your senses
Senses that awaken the passion within
Seducing you pink petals to slowly unfold and reach out to me
After closure, I stop and smell the pungent aroma of the wishing well residing between the softness of your petals.
A smell that thoroughly excites the passionate-lust within me
My lips part, my tongue extend then lay in your well water so it can bath in its warmth until its palate is full of your water sweet-tart flavor.
Then slide the hardness of my lust down your well-wet corridor.
And make our wishes of being loved by that special someone come true.
1Manview © 2020
Saturday, November 28, 2020
Saturday seduction: Her scent
Eyes open to a new dawn day
Muscles stretch
Lungs inhale deeply
Exhale even deeper
Lungs inhale deeply again
The scent of you gingerly flows into my nostrils
My eyes glance over to a body whose curves show through a
blanket that mimics the closeness I have with you
The one person who holds the love I have for them
in my mind and soul
A love that is so strong, it has attached to my spiritual
being
My heart races
Passion sensations overwhelm my senses
While my eyes watch your breast slowly, rise and fall
Fingertips tenderly brush through your hair
Carefully trace the outline of your pug nose
Your eyes open, then sparkle in hello to me
Lips embrace
Bodies intertwine
Long fingers gingerly grasped a breast
While fully awaken manhood firmly press against the softness
of your thigh
No words were spoken as your body turn and lay its back flat
on the bed mattress
Blanket removed
Bare legs slowly spread
My body gradually ease between your legs firm thighs
Soft hand guides my hardness to the center of your waiting
nest
Hips first thrust
Entice my lungs to gust-
A deep manly groan
That emits simultaneously as you softly moan-
While my hardness slowly falls into the tight confine of
your pink receptacle
Resounding sigh crash into a manly moan, as penetrating
sensations rush so deep inside us, it penetrates our souls
Hips gingerly dip while bodies adjust to being closer, as
love rhythmic dance consumes our thoughts
Thrust- pull
Thrust- pull
Becomes repetitive as deliberate hips gyration extract our
love for one another from within
Lips delicately embrace in a long deep, loving kiss
While my hips thrust my hard flesh as deep as your womb can
take
Your body shakes
While your soft womb walls flood with clear orgasmic wake
My body quakes
As my hardness ejaculates its thick white contents into the
warmth of your clear wake
Hips gyrations become dormant
Deep breaths are taken
Then moments of silence fill the room
I Love you so much whisper into my ear
I love you more whisper into hers
Eyes view attach as butterfly kisses softly fly from one's
lips to the other, as the sun rises higher into the sky
When the morning sun past high noon, we try and fail again
to compel the love we have for each other in our hearts and minds
Tuesday, November 24, 2020
The pole dancer - A little humor to brighten our day
In my quest to find a pole dancer Gif for Saturday seduction Whore erotica. I ran into some that did not make the cut... 🙂
Thursday, November 19, 2020
Saturday seduction - Whore ... Erotic prose poem with music .... (revisited)
Blindfolded,
Petite soft hand - gently pulled him in tow,
Into a room unknown to him
A chair was given,
Sit was her command
Blindfold removed,
Room darker than black skies, left him with
sensations of being blind,
Sounds of erotic music started to softly echo from
all four corners of the room
His eyes blink and tried to focus on the lean firm body that
was wearing black lingerie, and had a pretty face, standing in front of him,
But she quickly turned and seductively walked into the darkness,
Leaving a lust filled sigh wedged in his throat
Soft light appears,
Lightning only a small path of "watching"
Wooden box, with pillow mattress on top, appears in the
dim light focus
Her curvy body sits atop of it,
Long slender legs move slow and easy to the music rhythm,
Opening slowly into a horizontal split in front of him,
Exhibiting the imprinted swollen swell of her sex folds,
That push on the tight black lace panties, that hugged
the curves of her full hips and spherical buttocks
Legs with flesh soft as cotton, lift toward the ceiling,
Long slender fingertips slowly slip the black panties off
her hips, then eased them off her legs,
Once off, she disregards them with a hand flip into the
darkness
Slowly, her body spin toward him and stop,
Her black lacy bra is teasingly pulled off, then it is
disregarded into the darkness,
Leaving her naked firm breast, for his eyes to feast upon,
But not for long, because he could feel her eyes stare
pulling his gaze into the focus of her eyes,
And once his eyes glanced into hers, he felt the heat of her
stare, burn into the heart of his sexual soul
Once again, the light went dim...
Light flash on,
He can see her body moving,
His eyes watch it erotically twist and bend like elastic, while
moving in the rhythm of the music,
With back arched, her hips provocatively gyrate,
Imitating passionate movements of love-making movements
that mimic she was riding atop of her lover
With his hard enormity buried deep into the
spasm of her hot needy pussy,
With each deep thrust of her hips, her lungs moaned as if his hard substance was filling her greedy cavity full of its more than its adequate size
Light dim to the color of dusk,
Filing his sight with blackness,
Leaving his body with incentives of hot wanton lust
Light reappear as she walks away from
the mattress covered box,
Then they dim to dark once again
Out of the darkness and into the dim light
Slender arms appear,
Followed by the erect tip of ample bosom
And full curves of swaying hips
Arms reach out,
Legs muscles flex,
Pole climbed,
Right leg wraps around pole thick girth,
Her body perfectly spin in the rhythm of the erotic
music,
With the control and grace of a ballerina
Up to the top of the pole,
Her graceful body leap, then with a slow control spin,
She slid down the full length of the pole,
While seductively twisting her body, and oscillating her
hips
At the bottom of the pole, her body stop spinning,
Her hips start to gently gyrate,
Grinding her sex against the hardness of the shiny steel pole
A shiver made her thighs lightly tremor,
As she manipulated the pole shiny slippery surface
With bumps, and deep sexual grinds,
While pulling it hard against the swollen folds of her needy sex
Her body tense, then wilt,
After taking a deep breath, she slowly slips off the pole,
The light once again dim to dark,
All sounds come to a halt
He now sits alone in the dark with just his mind thoughts,
Alone, with his body full of erotic passionate feelings
Zipper of paints suddenly zips down,
Harden size is painfully pulled through his paints small
frontal opening,
Warmth of soft lips is felt slowly wrapping around the stretched velvet soft skin, of his hard throbbing manhood girth
A sigh
A moan
A grunting groan,
Erupts past his parted lips,
While his legs shivered from the sharp surreal sensations of
captured ecstasy,
from her soft lips performing perfect fellatio on his throbbing shaft
Tuesday, November 17, 2020
Spanked on Humpday
Saturday, November 14, 2020
Saturday seduction: Red alert.... Short erotica in prose form
Martha sat down in front of the mirror and brushed her hair to perfection. She stood up and sprayed Phil's favorite vanilla fragrance lightly over her body. Then added more where Martha anticipation his tongue was going to linger. She hummed their favorite love song as she exits the bathroom to put the final visual touches to the bedroom.
First, Martha put white linen sheets that were softer than cotton on the bed. She spelled the word love with red and pink rose petals at the bedroom door entrance, spread some on the floor leading to the king-size bed.
Martha places the sweet red wine in the wine bucket to chill correctly. Carefully displayed cheese and light snacks around the wine bucket to keep their strength up through the long night they had planned. Martha sprayed vanilla fragrance lightly around the room. An extra squirt was applied on Phil's pillow top to excite his sense of smell. Loving fingertips turned on soft, slow music arranged in order by her, played in the room's background.
Martha wrapped her arms around herself and pretended it was Phil's strong arms around her waist as they slowly danced in the room shadows. A dance that was going to make her body hot, the space between her thighs wet, as their bodies grind provocatively against each other.
Marsha's grey eyes glanced around the room. After seeing everything was perfectly in place, Martha smiled at the way she had prepared the room. Everything was ready for their special Saturday night. All she needed to do was to light the candles and wait for Phil's presence.
After lighting the candles, a warmth fell over Martha's body as she looked at the blue hue, the light of the candles placed on the room walls. Martha slowly shadowed dance to the bed then laid across it in anticipation of Phil's arrival. She put her legs so his first sight would be the thick, firm thighs he loved being between one way or another. She made sure her round breast was in full display to his fingertips, sensuous touch during foreplay.
The bedroom door quickly opened; the bright lights behind it beamed into the room, destroying the special effects of the candlelight's Martha had patiently moved around the room until she had a look she wanted. She quickly moved off the bed and stood in Phil's path with her arms partially crossed. She loaded her street life right fist with anger.
When she took a good look at Phil, Martha wondered why was she looking at a naked man with a throbbing hard-on approaching her at light speed with a profound look on his face? Where was the swagger walk that Phil always brings to seduce her mind as he crossed the room? ? Where in the heck was the new red silk robe and pajamas he was supposed to wear so that he could do a naughty striptease act he made especially for her?
Instead of a slow seduction, so far, she was met first by the throbbing head of his hard-on, that slammed into her left thigh. His firm chest painfully crashed into her long thick nipples that were erect in anticipation. And painted lips met with a pressing, bruising kiss instead of the caressing cotton soft ones they have on seduction night.
When Phil's lips finally released hers, she tried to speak her mind. But before she could say, "what the he# is wrong with you?" her new sexy lingerie was a puddle on the floor, next to her new red panties. The panties that Phil was going to pull down with nothing but his teeth before he feasted on her swollen folds. Martha's voice gasps as she cocked back a right hook, but before she could unleash its fury, Phil had tossed Martha's body into the middle of the bed.
Phil's muscular body covered Martha before hers settle down on the bed mattress. His eyes were open wide, and his cock throbbed hard on her right thigh. Not only was it hard as a brick, but it was also as heavy as one. While looking into Phil's eyes, Martha steadied herself for what was about to come. Because all she saw in his eyes was the look of lost in lust.
Phil hesitated for a moment then took a deep breath. "I have to have you now, sweetheart," he blurred out. Martha's mind prepaid her body for a half rape from Phil, but instead, Phil settled himself for a moment, then kissed her lips so tenderly, her body melted like butter left in the morning sun under his. That one kiss instantly put her body in the mood of wanting, needing, wet, and submitting.
With lips still kissing tenderly, Phil moved his hips until his hardness centered on the center of her swollen opening. With a study thrust, he slowly impaled his hardness between the taut walls of Martha's wet den, enticing a quiet moan to escape past Martha's lips into his mouth.
With lips still kissing tenderly, Phil moved his hips until his hardness centered on the center of her swollen opening. With a study thrust, he slowly impaled his hardness between the taut walls of Martha's wet den, enticing a quiet moan to escape past Martha's lips into his mouth.
Phil hips slowly rose then fell, impaling his hardness deep into Martha waiting walls, causing a gasp to slip past open lips into the air.
Again, Phil hips slowly rose then fell a second time, thrusting his rigid membrane even deeper into the soft pink layer of her love canal.
Once again, Phil hips rose slowly a third time, then fell, impaling his cock into Martha den furthest depths, enticing her lungs to release a guttural moan of exhilarated pleasure
As the weight of Phil's body held his swollen shaft deep inside Martha den, the sensation of its deep hard throbs against her soft, pliable walls caused her eyes to tear, her voice to groan, her body to shiver from the incredible tingling feeling rushing into her lions.
A deep kiss was followed by a deep thrust that made Martha's body bounce off the top of the mattress. Phil's hips rotations became more profound on each thrust.
When Phil's lips released Martha, he leaned his body up and gyrated his hips with a thrust that collided into her hips with the power of a sludge hammer, impaling Martha curvy hips deep into the bed mattress.
Martha's voice tried to scream, but all that came out her open mouth with a near-silent whine as Phil's hips quickly slam head-on into hers unrelenting—leaving her body in a frozen state from the onslaught of sensations rampaging through her extremities.
Phil's dark brown eyes stare froze Martha gaze into his as his hard thrust pounded into the small hollow space residing between her thighs.
Love-passion, passion-love rolled into one as lust consumed his being to the point of ultimately having her was all that was on his lustful mind.
Martha hips could not move, her lungs could not breathe; her vocal cords were paralyzed by Phil harden shaft repeatedly wailing deep into her tight-fitting sheath.
Grunt thrust, grunt-thrust was followed by Martha's body bouncing up and down on the mattress like a rag doll. Her body felt as if it was riding on a wild roller coaster ride that shook you, then thrills your body with exhilarating sensations to the point you did not want to stop riding.
Phil could not come; he did not want to come; he just wanted to feel the taut tug and pull of her walls on his thick girth forever as it slammed into Martha profusely raining hole.
"Oh baby," Martha moaned as Phil went form pounding his cock deep into Martha to a forceful grinding gyration. Their bodies pressed together as one as he intensely ground his extended shaft into her sloppy pink wet domain.
Suddenly Phil back arched as painted fingernails left a trail of rip opened skin as he dug his size deeper and harder inside Martha's collapsing canal. Martha felt something, then she felt it again. What Martha felt was the fire of her burning orgasm, burning its way up from the depths of her loins. She felt the pressure building, the pain of the exquisite fire sting, that was so intoxicating, it took her breath away.
Phill felt the sudden pain of painted nails digging deep into his buttocks. When his head turned, his eyes could see the definition in the muscles of Martha's arms as they pulled her hands hard on the top of his buttocks. Pulling Phil's body closer to her need to feel every inch of his hard flesh deep inside her hot den.
While Martha's gray eyes were engaged with Phil's brown, Phil's hips turned from grinding to long measured strokes of pounding his hardened flesh into her pink layer. The force of his thrust made the bed mattress squeak and squawk from Martha's body, slamming unmercifully into it. Phil stopped gyrating his hips long enough to raise Martha's legs in the air onto his broad shoulders. Once they are secured, Phil plunges his hardened mass into Martha wet heat balls deep again and again. Martha's face became distorted from the pleasure-pain while audible moans spilled past her slip into the air.
Martha's body slightly trembles then uncontrollably shook as an orgasm exploded from the very depths of her loins. Phil has to grabs her hips tight to stay on top of his bucking lover.
As Martha's body shook underneath Phil, he felt her spasm walls collapsing around his swelling girth. Its tugs were more formidable, and its pull was more forceful; Phil suddenly groaned deeply like a wounded animal as his loins erupt in absolute gratification. His ejaculation was so hard; each palpitation left a burning sensation shooting through his shaft before turning into an exquisite pleasure released. Phil's hips kept humping and humping until his hips could not gyrate anymore.
After Phil hips gyrations end, Martha's powerful rotating hips milks his sacs until they are bone dry. After Phil's manhood last pulse, his body collapse in a sexual heap on top of Martha.
Sounds of deep breaths overwhelmed the music playing in the background of the room. Phil gathers enough strength to roll his body weight off Martha so that she could breathe without the blunt of his dead weight on her chest. His hand grasps Martha tightly as their bodies laid spent tightly next to each other.
After deep inhaling breathes dissipated, fogged out minds started to clear, Martha whispered, loving into Phil's ear.
You know, you can be a real ass! Causing hysterical laughter to fill the bedroom with their loving vibes.
1Manview © 2020
Sunday, November 8, 2020
Monday Moaning: Down easy ... Erotic prose poem
Kiss me as if you want me
Kiss me once again
This time tenderly, softly, with that genuine, you love me, sweet-taste, to it.
Kiss me
Kiss my lips gingerly.
Again and again
Please touch me
Touch me lovingly
Stray your fingertips over my flesh that is naked in waiting
Naked so your fingertips can touch every aspect of its texture
Touch every perfection, imperfection of its surface.
Touch me close to my river
Touch its banks gently
With a touch so surreal, it makes my river flow fast and furious.
So furious, it overflows over my swollen banks.
Touch the warmth of my water
Touch its most profound depth, to entice my eyes to cry
My stuttering voice to quietly sigh.
My lungs to prolong an exhale.
While my body lightly shiver from the captivated feelings flowing through my wet river current
Kiss me again
This time with a kiss so deep, it makes my knees feel weak.
From a love, my mind, body, and soul has always seak.
Pick me up
But not too fast.
Pick my body up as if it is as fragile as crystal glass.
Then take me to the edge of our bed.
Let your mind anticipate yourself between thick curvy legs spread-.
Before you, let me down easy.
Where bodies shall meet and greet
On top of the silky soft bed sheet
That is the same color as the blood that flows in the rhythmic rhythm of my heartbeat.
Please enter me
Fill me slowly, fully
So I shall cum absolutely
Please make love to me like you did the very first time.
That same love that has and will last for the eternity of our life's
Kiss my lips gingerly.
Again and again
Please touch me
Touch me lovingly
Stray your fingertips over my flesh that is naked and in waiting
Flesh that is naked so your fingertips can touch every aspect of its texture
Touch every perfection, imperfection of its surface.
Touch me close to my river
Touch its banks gently
With a touch so surreal, it makes my river flow fast and furious.
So furious, it overflows over my swollen banks.
Touch the warmth of my water
Touch its most profound depth, to entice my eyes to cry
My stuttering voice to quietly sigh.
My lungs to prolong an exhale.
While my body lightly shiver from the captivated feelings flowing through my wet river current
Kiss me again
This time with a kiss so deep, it makes my knees feel weak.
From love, my mind, body, and soul has always seak.
Pick me up
But not too fast.
Pick my body up as if it is as fragile as crystal glass.
Then take me to the edge of our bed.
Let your mind anticipate yourself between thick curvy legs spread-.
Before you, let me down easy.
Where bodies shall meet and greet
On top of the silky soft bed sheet
That is the same color as the blood that flows in the rhythmic rhythm of my heartbeat.
Please enter me
Fill me slowly, fully
Which always make me cum absolutely
Please make love to me like you did the very first time.
That same love that has and will last for the eternity of our life's.
Monday, November 2, 2020
Rhythm of love making : Erotic prose poem- Revised-Corrected
Heartbeats
Beat
Tranquil slow
Lips deep embrace that is softer than cotton candy on a hot summer day
Taste more deliciously sweet
Each time they meet and greet
Leaving surreal sensations on one's lips that seem to linger forever