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!

An age old story!

I have been trying to find a book that I read a few years ago. It was a haunting, strange book written by a famous Japanese writer. It was about getting old. I have recently found some details about the book, see below.

The House Of Sleeping Beauties

Nobel prize-winning author Yasunari Kawabata is noted for his combination of a traditional Japanese aesthetic with modernist, often surreal trends. In these three tales, superbly translated by Edward Seidensticker, erotic fantasy is underlaid with longing and memories of past loves.

In the title story, the protagonist visits a brothel where elderly men spend a chaste but lecherous night with a drugged, unconscious virgin. As he admires the girl s beauty, he recalls his past womanizing, and reflects on the relentless course of old age.

In the book the proprietor of the brothel drugs the young women prior to the visit from elderly gentlemen. The clients are embarrassed to be seen. They cannot bear to see the eyes of the young women when they are naked as our eyes cannot lie. They want to feel young again. Their body may have aged but their mind remained young and desiring.

The reason I write this is that I often get nervous gentlemen visiting me who are afraid I will not want to play with them because of their age. Can I make a statement here that I am very happy to play with men of all legal ages.

 The only problem I have is playing with those barely legal. I find 18-23 year olds an ordeal and often impossible.

Older men make me feel more secure. more appreciated and they often bring into the bedroom fun and laughter. Good sex can be serious and intense but it can  be equally good when it is fun and relaxed.

I am sure that my eyes will not betray me when I say that I am very happy and contented to have bedroom fun with elderly gentlemen.

 They bring experience and appreciation that these moments together are valued and important. Age does matter but not in the ways most people think.

Look into my eyes!!!!!

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