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domenica 13 dicembre 2015

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

domenica 6 dicembre 2015

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



domenica 22 novembre 2015

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

giovedì 18 dicembre 2014

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

0039 3281769818



martedì 10 dicembre 2013

Prose for Pros 3

           He stood at my door and it touched the floor!




'I have a problem', he said
'We all do!' I replied
Laughing but he didn't
He was a tall man
Muscular and strong
A tall man

'What's your problem?' I said
'I'm very big', he replied
Laughing I replied
'What's the problem?'
He didn't laugh
A tall man

'Let's see your problem' I said
As he entered my bedroom
'Do you think you can take it? 'he said
As he dropped his jeans
And I dropped my jaw
He was a tall man

'Most women refuse.' he said
'I wonder why? I said
Laughing
But not so sure of myself
It was not only long, but wide
He was a tall, wide man

'Condoms are difficult' he said
'All men say this' I said
Laughing. He didn't
The condom came half way down
A solid girth, a sex trungeon
He was a tall man

'I'll be gentle' he said
'OK' I replied
Not laughing
He was as gentle as he could be
But he strtetched me like I've never been stretched
He was a tall man

'No anal' I said
'OK' he replied
Laughing, his first laugh
'Thank you' he said
'For what?' I replied
'For taking it from a tall man'

He left a sore whore
He left me wanting more
He made me sore but so full
He was my kind of bull
He walked out of my door
But I knew that I wanted an encore
From my tall man!

And he did return ;-)

I do like all kinds of cocks, whatever shape and whatever size, so if you want me to play with your cock then get in touch.

dariax@hotmail.co.uk

0039 3281769818