I've been given a sack of coal!!!!

Monday was 'Befana' here in Italy. It is a curious festival and one that keeps the festive spirit going a wee bit longer. Here's what Wikipedia says about it.

In Italian folklore, Befana is an old woman who delivers gifts to children throughout Italy on Epiphany Eve (the night of January 5) in a similar way to Sinterklaas or Santa Claus. But children get both gifts from Santa Claus and the Befana. 

In popular folklore Befana visits all the children of Italy on the eve of the Feast of the Epiphany to fill their socks with candy and presents if they are good or a lump of coal or dark candy if they are bad.

Now given that you get sweets if you are good! And coal if you are bad! What do you think I got???

Yes, right first time. A sack full of coal. Which isn't too bad as coal is a lot more expensive than sweets nowadays. Sweets also make you fat whilst coal can give heat and also make a room romantic and sensual. I am happy with the coal!

However, I am thinking of creating a new festival. How many men look forward to a fat man in red appearing in their bedroom? There maybe a few but not many.And how many men look forward to an old lady, witch like in appearance suddenly sauntering around their bed.

Again there maybe some but I would hazzard a guess of not many again.

So what we need is someone who would excite you and you would lie awake hoping to see her enter your boudoir. So I am declaring now that December 28th is 'Festival of Daria'. The week between Christmas and New Year is boring and I would like to bring some excitement into the lives of many men.

On the 'Festival of Daria' a naked fairy enters your room and if you catch a glimpse you can ask any sexual desire or fantasy you want. However, it has to happen between midnight and 2 am and you can only have one wish a year.

Now, the interesting question would be to readers of this blog is what would you ask the fairy? Let me know or even visit me so we can have a trial run before you ask for it.

dariax@hotmail.co.uk

0039 3287169818

Prose for Pros2

                          

He said my eyes sparkled-and that wasn't all

I really don't know why him
He wasn't a super stud, he wasn't even handsome
But he licked me in a special way
A decadent way, a 'wow I'm enjoying this' way

His tongue seemed to explore, a Christopher Columbus explore
His tongue bobbing up and down, swaying to and fro
Like the 'Santa Maria' in a swell
And it did swell, his cock and my lust

His cock and my desires
And my desires soared higher than his cock
When he entered me I could hear the squelch
It was an embarrassing squelch but he rose higher from hearing it

He slipped in and out of my lathered hole
Sometimes slithering outside but I quickly returned him
I don't know why my orgasm was so loud
So intense, so fulfilling, but it was

And I'm not sure why him
But he was really, really content
I've given a whore an orgasm content
Cat got the cream content, And why not?

It was very good! My eyes did sparkle and he would always remember the sparkle!

If Poetry be the Food of Love.

I AM A CUNT!

He enters my bedroom sheepish, his feet shuffle
He looks at me, my face and then my crotch
He looks at my crotch and again my crotch

He slips onto the bed, still clothed,still robed
He looks at my panties and then my crotch
He looks at my crotch and again my crotch

He slides a finger inside my panties and waits
He looks at his hand and then my crotch
He looks at my crotch and again my crotch

His fingers pull the elastic, of my panties
And it is there to see, my crotch
He looks at my crotch and again my crotch

He slides my panties along the contours of my legs
And I am naked and there is my cunt
He looks at my cunt and again my cunt

He lowers his head and bows and groans
His lips and his tongue say hello to my cunt
He embraces my cunt and licks my cunt

He speaks to my cunt in the tongue of sex
He converses in tongues the language of CUNT
He mumbles to my cunt, he groans to my cunt

He cuddles my cunt with his cheek
Rubbing his stubble against my cunt stubble
He washes my cunt and my cunt washes him

He slides a finger and then another in my cunt
They slip like eels into a bathing cunt
He moistens my cunt, he liquidises my cunt

He doesn't want me only my cunt,my cunt
I am a gooseberry, an intruder, the cunt is courted
The cunt is desired, the cunt is possessed

And they talk for hours and they talk in groans and they talk in damp canyons and they talk in loud moans and they talk with great passion and they talk with an intimacy and they talk with love, a love for the cunt,my cunt but for the moment his cunt!