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

Little House On The Prairie

There was a little house
On the Prairie
Well, not really prairie and not little
Somewhere between Ostia Antica
And Casal Palocco

It was cowboy country
A mish mash of good
And the bad
And sometimes the ugly
But definitely cowboy

Men played shotgun
With me on a regular basis
Some shot pistols, others rifles
But they liked to shoot
And you could find their bullets everwhere

I'm not sure if I was a cowgirl
Sometimes cowgirl positions
But often not
Men often imagine unorthodox things
Which are not always easy to do

Men rode into town on their stallion
Sometimes brown or black but often white
Colour never changed the gallop
Or the things that took place
There is no prejudice in a whores bed

But after the ride we sat by the campfire
And talked, and more
Often the talk was of loved ones
Of which I was not one
But they loved my cunt

They loved my cunt and ass because
They were always available
At a price
And men like that
They are not patient

I don't live on the little prairie
Any longer
My cowboy days are over
Yet I still get ridden
At my 'bidden'

But the wild and wonderful west
Is now just a memory
The dust lays fast
And I have cobwebs
Around my cunt

The road with no crossroads

On the left is a large, rectangular field
Yellowing under the hot,midday sun
No shade, just torrid, blazing heat
The only life, is insect life
And it seems, for many of these,
It is too hot

 It is far too hot, hot on your feet hot
Flies rush to your lips and eyes
To capture saliva and moisture
And anything the body lets out
They are crazy with heat
And ignore the swipes of a sweaty hand

The flies, like me, are on a mission
They like me are maddened and frustrated
My salty, eyes cast mistily
To the right and scans another field
It is a multitude of browns and conveys barren
Even the weeds have withered

The brown field appears bereft of life
Without redemption
It awaits the rain, like we all do
To cool and wash away the
results of the heat
But everything seems dead

The rain, it is hoped, will nourish the soil
But what is there to be nourished?
Is it possible that life can survive this?
Can life emerge from the dust?
Can the land become green and lush?
And productive?

And in front, behind a windscreen of dead flies and gnats
A long, long road
Not winding at all
Straight but with gradients
Ups and downs
But the overall image is down

Down to the horizon
Where there isn't much
To talk about
Other than down
Other than road
That is long and straight

The road is without crossroads
Without intersections
Without junctions
There is no official way off this road
But many have tried
Tyre marks edge the side of the tarmac


The tarmac is sticky
Black puddles, inky splodges
Mingled with dust
Tracks appear to go nowhere
And maybe I like nowhere
Maybe it is a better place to go

He wanted his wife!

He was nervous, he was shy
He was distant, he didn't want
To lie
Next to me, at first
And then he did

And he softened
And we cuddled
He closed his eyes.
And hugged
Me, so tight

He was quiet,
He was so silent
He did not want
To talk
So we didn't

He lay atop of me
No eye contact
He was looking for
Someone
Someone not there

He was not looking
For me
He wanted his wife
She was dead
You see

She had died
And he died a little
Too
But that is why
We call it LOVE

Sex is so much
Different
And he had confused the two
And I sometimes do
Too

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An Egyptian Goddess

He was Egyptian and she was too!

She was very beautiful
Stunning infact
A dusky brown skin colour
And amazing eyes

I had seen her around
Shopping and doing stuff
She always stood out
She was always appreciated

She was aloof but not rude
Kept herself to herself
But was polite and well spoken
Her eyes always shone

And here she was
At the bottom of my bed
Naked and adorable
And utterly sensual

She moved between my legs
And her tongue tasted my cunt
Her husband watched
Quietly and passively

Her tongue was like velvet
Sending shudders and shivers
All over my body
She was good

She moved delicately
To my breasts
Holding one gently
And sucking the other

I was having fun
And she knew it
She kissed my neck
And them my lips

I was not usually into
Such passionate embraces
With another female
But it seemed natural and obvious

Her long fingers entered my cunt
Effortlessly, they glided in
Moistened by my excitement
And my cunt willingly opened

She sat astride me
Wanting my tongue inside her
And I licked and I kissed
She smelt of sex, new sex

And then her husband rode her
He was rough and sarcastic
With his motions
And she groaned with delight

She liked his coarseness
And contempt
And I felt her shudder
And orgasm

And I wanted too
She leant into my crotch and
Savoured my hole
And I cried

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His tongue

His tongue slides along
The inside of my leg
And darts willingly into my cunt
A cunt already wet

He tempts my desire
His tongue flickers my clitoris
And I get wetter
And I am aroused

And wet I am
Ready for more
He gently moves me
Onto my stomach

And I lay with my bum raised
As he explores my crack
Parting my cheeks with
His eager tongue

He enters my anus as
He entered my cunt
Desiring the hole
Seeking to be inside

And I become more aroused
And wetter still
And wetter is better
As he pushes his cock inside

His cock hard gives pain
But wanting pain
I allow all inside
And I groan with my fullness

His gift is welcomed
And his gift embraced
My muscles surround his
Making it throb inside

And he penetrates me harder
And I groan longer
Wanting to feel him right inside
Harder, I want it harder

He is all inside
And  I want him inside
I am gloriously wet
As I massage my mound

The slap of him
Pounding my buttocks
And giving contentment
Real satisfaction and gratitude

My cunt squelches its approval
And my anus reddens with delight
And I thank him and kiss him
And I cry

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Fucked but no bread!

There I am shopping
Ham in hand
Walking towards the bread counter
Thinking what else I need
And the phone rings

Am I available now
And I rush home
And suddenly I am in bed
Cock in hand, and naked
A hand manoevring towards my cunt

My bedmate looks thrilled, excitied
His eyes lusting for more
And he comes, a lot
And then dresses and rushes home
And I lay there fucked but no bread

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Prose for Pros 49-I am sexual putty

I was putty in his hands!

Putty malleable adaptable easily coaxed with the right fingers
He had the right fingers
I was put into places and positions
I was easy, easily put

I was easily teased easily encouraged, easy
I was never reluctant
Never resistant, never refrained
I was his

I was his as he opened my door
And opened my smile
His as he opened my legs
His as he opened me up, as he always did

I was tailored to his desires
I was a puppet in his hands
I allowed him to explore me
Wherever he wanted

And he explored me, like explorers before
He was excited by his domination
He touched my cunt
And rammed my mouth

He mapped his territory with red marks
All of me was known to him
And he wanted possession of all
And I easily allowed it, I was easy peasy, sexual putty

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He was my seat, my throne! Prose for Pros 43

He was my seat.

He wanted it
Badly
Dreamt about it
Thought about it
Constantly

He was nervous
Very
He wished it to be
Relished the real
Passionately

He lay still
Motionless
Welcoming the moment
Greeting the fantasy
Quietly

And I lowered myself
Slowly
Covering his face
With my sex
Suffocatingly

He groaned loudly
Appreciating
My wetness
My Cunt
Lovingly

He licked me
Hungrily
Tasting all of me
Pushing himself
Inwardly

And then he sobbed
Deeply
As my bladder emptied
And he drank
Wildly

He lay wet faced
Contented
Sperm splattered his stomach
And pubic hairs
He was blissful and grateful

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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!

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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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