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I cannot forget DariaX

She is part of me
A big part
She helped me explore
My sexuality
To understand men's needs
And deeds

DariaX made me more confident
When naked
And clothed
But more when naked
Naked and being loved
And fucked

She took me to hotels
And places I may have never visited
To special places
And she was exciting
And she was excited
And she was me

Three times, I'm No Lady

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fjfq0Fr85Yg

He wanted it all the time
All the time
But I didn't

He talked about it
All the time
But I didm't

He took photos
In all positions
But I didn't

He kissed me
All over
But I didn't

He exploded
In a minute
But I didn't

He wanted more
But he couldn't
But I could
I said again
But he didn't

Mirror, mirror on the wall.....

'Mirror, mirror on the wall
Who was the very best fuck of all?'
'It's difficult to tell as you seemed to enjoy
Most of them
Or you made the right noises!'

'Mirror, mirror on the wall
Who gave me the best orgasm of all'?
'It's difficult to tells as you were often loud
Does loud mean good?
Or were you just making the right noises?'

Mirror, mirror on the wall
Who had the very best cock of all?'
It is difficult to tell as you hid
Most of them inside you
And all of them made the right noises!'

'Mirror mirror on the wall
It was you who fucked me best of all
You gave me the best orgasm
And you had the best cock
I know because I loved watching you.'

Men with moustaches

When I look at a man
I always see a moustache
A black moustache
A black, curly moustache

Men like wearing my moustache
They look at me with greedy eyes
Wearing my moustache
Eating my moustache

I see tongues vanishing
Into my moustache
I see a tongue darting
In an out of my moustache

Men wear my moustache
Until they dress and then return it
For someone else to wear
And they do!

We all look ridiculous with our pants around our ankles!

I've had moments with managers
I've had polite politicians
I've had desirable doctors
And caring chefs

I've had busy times with businessmen
I've had tender teachers
I've had sexy solicitors
And active accountants

I've had jealous journalists
I've had a good fucking from footballers
I've had attentive actors
And protesting policemen

But when their pants are around their ankles
I have to laugh
They are the same
And all as ridiculous as each other

And that is often what sex is
X
So just enjoy
Don't give sermons

I still have my knickers!

They are a little worn

But not torn

Colour still vivid

Not faded

They fit well

But you can tell

I'm inside them

But also outside

They used to slip

On and Off

Like a smoker's cough

Off more than on

They were pulled off

Slipped off

Yanked off

Eased off

They were left on the floor

By the door

Around my ankles

Below my bum

They were never mine

I just wore them

Men explored them

Men adored them

I still have my panties

My adventures unspoken

But in the elastic and material

Lies my story

The Bus

We sometimes take the bus just for the ride!

There was no need
I was not going anywhere
I did not need to be anywhere
It was just an impulse

There was an empty road
An empty seat
So I took it
It was there

There were many seats
Offering similar views
Of similar places
But I sat near the window

I could see and be seen
The window of life
Capturing the movement
Of the day

I was thrown about
Knocked around
I bounced up and down
As we raced to our destination

The destination was not important
But to arrive was
Arrival meant something
I was travelling again

The bus emptied
The city's seeds flushed
Through the doors
And dripped into a waiting life

I sat on a warmed seat
And wondered
Should I take another bus
Or just stay on this one

This bus I knew the route
I had travelled its routine
And witnessed its contents
And knew what to expect

And I stayed
On my warm seat
With no timetable
And only the excitement of routine

The umbrella would not open

It was a grey day
An English grey
Smudged and smeared
Blacks and whites
Scythed the skies
And mottled shades of
Dark and light
Sank into the horizon
And lay in wait
For the morrow

The night ejected the grey
Like a smoker's breakfast smoke
And street lights haze
Made angels appear
And the floating whites
Of car headlights oft dazzled
And splattered the pavement
Spotlighting dog shit drying
As moonlight spat

And the spits became splodges
And hair dampened
Dripping over my face
Smudging mascara
And revealing a nocturnal warrior
Intent on being dry
But revelling in the damp
The umbrella snapped into action
But would not open

A broken umbrella
Like an unfulfilled life
Hanging around in useless anticipation
For something, but inert
And the rain only deepens
The frustration
Of getting wetter
But carrying a weapon
Of the past

Tongue Tied!

Tongue Tied

He sank between my legs
Like an unfed dog
He was breathing hard
He was hard
And the top pf his head bobbed and weaved

He stayed between my legs a long time
My cunt, a sexual oasis
He tasted me and savoured me
His tongue worked hard
And my sex responded

He was pleased, ever so pleased
To taste a moistening hole
An eager hole
I pushed his head hard
He groaned with delight

I pushed his head deeper 
Into my welcoming crotch
I wanted his cock
I could see it hard
But he prefered to lick and suck

And I was cumming
He felt my explosion
He tongued me more
He was my Hard Rock Cafe
And I was ready to rock

He twisted his body into mine
His cock slipping into me
Easily, no fidgeting
Straight in and riding me hard
And we both melted

dariax@hotmail.co.uk

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What happens? Prose for Pros 42

What happens?

What happens when my fan man doesn't fan
My Swiss jazz player doesn't play
When my man from Milan doesn't text
And nobody is next

What happens when my Thursday fuck...Fucks Off
My orchid man sends petals elsewhere
When my Alitalia pilot flies South
And nobody rings

What happens when M no longer buys lingerie
When Marco marries
When my salami maker takes his sausage elsewhere
And nobody texts

What happens when Wilf no longer wants Milf
When there's no HappyFunGuy to take erotic pics
When Lord John no longer aPEERs
And Adultwork is quiet

What happens when young men no longer want to lose their virginity
When older men no longer want to rekindle passion
When men away from home no longer want company
And nobody shares my bed

What happens is that I smile
I remember, I dream and I salute
The trembling hands, the rampant cocks, the darting tongue
I am, I was and always will be DariaX
A good friend to many!

dariax@hotmail.co.uk

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When he finished I wanted more! Prose for Pros 41

He is in a rush
To fuck me
He wont take a 'no'
I am not available

He wants his cock
Between my tits
In my mouth
In my cunt

He is fixated
He is one track
He needs  to be satiated
A typical male

I want to kiss
To be aroused
To be turned on
To be petted

He wants to force me down
Force my legs open
Empty his seed
Across my face

He wants to make his mark
To brandish his sword
To whip me with his cock
To make me sore

And then he has finished
As my libido is awakened
And I want to make him sore
To feel him deep
Inside
In
I

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dariax@hotmail.co.uk

Beautiful Photography

Have been looking at Robert Mapplethorpe's work. It is both beautiful and often shocking which I suppose is what art should be.

Here are some of the photographs I loved.

If anyone enjoys taking black and white photos get in touch I would love to be the model.

dariax@hotmail.co.uk

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