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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

I baked him Shepherd's Pie

It's strange to cook English food
I mean, what is English food?
I mean what?
But a recipe arrived
And I followed the instructions
I went by the book
I read word for word
A pinch was a pinch
And a tablespoon a tablespoon
But the result was tasteless, insipid
Yes, insipid
He said this was English food
Functional not tasty
A Protestant feast
But he said I had missed one ingredient
'Love'
And he was right
A recipe without 'love' is not a recipe
A dish without 'love' is not a dish
And without 'love', life is insipid.

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

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!

Club Prive Roma

  In a club Prive

In a Club Prive
Naked
I sat talking
About the weather

In a Club Prive pool
Naked and wet
I sat in conversation
About football

In a Club Prive bar
Still naked
I complained
About the price of food

In a Club Prive private room
Naked but covered by men
I was fucked
Again and again

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

Windows

Windows

What window are you?
Do you hide those looking in?
Or those looking out?

Many people obscure,
They erect blinds
And curtains are drawn

However, you can see through me
I am tainted and torn
But continue to darken the light

I create shadows
That men hide in
And where I'm hiding now

The window was opened
And now it's shut
The paintwork making a seal

Leaves

Autumn Leaves

Yellow and browns, the autumn outfit
Some want to sparkle
And throw on the red dress
The very red dress
The dress that means I want action
But most settle for brown and yellowish shades

None remain blemish free
But most contain the stains of a summer party
Some cling to the past like a leech
Even October winds cannot induce a fall
They wave defiantly above the carpet of friends
Who once created summer shade
And a respite from August heat

But like all, they will fall
As winter's chill knocks and grey skies plough the heavens
The last leaf falls, dropping like a tired child's eyelids
After an exciting day
But already life is stirring within the sturdy trunk
The life blood of tomorrow's leaves stir
Slightly, awaiting spring and a new passage of time
A passage of time when the leaves of Fall
Are quickly forgotten
And all looks forward to the blossom and the buds

It groans like an old Ford

There's a shadow that hovers across my breasts
It is sometimes a hand shape or sometimes a tongue
Often a cock

At these times I listen to the sounds of my vagina
It groans and moans like a retired soldier
Eager but reluctant to go into battle again

My cunt seems keen to face the bayonets
The muscular swords
The long spears of joy

Sometimes my lips purse with
Welcoming thoughts
Of a battlefield of lust

A battlefield of sweat and passion
The smell of sex on white sheets
And the dotted stains of cum shots

My ears are pricked
By the sound of my sobs and sighs
Floating out into the night sky

My legs open to embrace
And to inflate
And to menace my memories

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

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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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

dariax@hotmail.co.uk

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Women were born to be unfaithful!

Now this may come as a shock to some, but I really doubt it, Women are created, women are designed, women are made to be unfaithful. It is as natural as breathing. So for all the men that read this just accept.

Those with girlfriends and wives just be content that they are happy and doing something they cannot stop doing.Don't fret about it, don't lock them up, don't try to dominate and control. Just accept. It will happen, it may have happened and it may be happening.

There are many reasons for this. Some complex and some less so. Here I will deal with the less complex. I am an escort and you cannot expect a psychologist response.

Firstly, I am capable of fucking at any time of the day. I don't need an erection. I have a hole to be filled and it is enjoyable having it filled.

I can also fuck immediately after an orgasm. Infact I prefer to! Women are fuck machines. They don't have to dream and fantasise all day about it. But when the opportunity arises they usually are keen. Animal instincts come into play.Consequently, they have the apparatus to fuck anytime, anywhere and any place!

Secondly, opportunity. When I go out wearing a low top that gives a view of my breasts I am suddenly wanted. When I smile a lot  and give men the right eye glance I have a number of men wanting to get between my legs.How many men are able to say this. I can just open my legs, show my cunt and my sex is a magnet for a man's cock. If a man did the same he would be arrested as a pervert!!!

Thirdly, men have many ways to feel wanted, valued, desired etc. Women in the main don't. Attracting men and attracting men to want to fuck makes you feel good. Makes you feel needed, wanted, desired. And this is a great feeling!

It is as easy as that. And no way can a man stop the inevitable. So men need to accept it to even enjoy it. A woman satisfied is a better friend, a better partner a better wife. You will have a more enjoyable sex life if you give her the opportunity to explore her sexual side. And I know!!!!

dariax@hotmail.co.uk

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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

dariax@hotmail.co.uk

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What's in a name? Prose for Pros 46

It has many names, some friendly
Others not
It is desired by the majority of men
But I know there are some men
It sickens
But luckily not many

It has many flavours, some tasty
Others not
It is licked by the majority of men
But there are some men
It sickens
But luckily not many

It has many shapes, some beautiful
Others not
It is adored by the majority of men
But there are some men
It sickens
But luckily not many

It has many moods, some erotic
Others not
It is multi functional not always for men
But there are some
It sickens
But luckily not many

It has many names and many colours, it has many uses
It is desired by many
Lusted after by many
Craved and paid for by many
And it is feared
And it is thrust at
And it is groped
And it is abused
It is the ultimate toy
It is Toy Story 1, 2 and 3
And it is part of me
Part of me

It is my cunt
My bearded clam
My slit
My vagina
My cum dupster
My pit
My camel toe
My beaver
It is my fuzzy taco
My snake pit
It is my hole
My gash
My tunnel of love
It is my womanhood
My slime hole
My velvet underground
You can hire it, desire it
But it stays with me
It defines me
As it defines all women

dariax@hotmail.co.uk

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