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mercoledì 30 marzo 2016

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.

mercoledì 19 agosto 2015

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


sabato 3 gennaio 2015

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



dariax@hotmail.co.uk

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mercoledì 24 dicembre 2014

Christmas cums but once a year! I cum more!

Christmas is a great time. I know it is also stressful, chaotic and very fattening but not many people don't look forward to it.

Santa can cum in all forms

But maybe I would prefer a Santa like this.
You may like this present.

And I may enjoy this!!!!

Have fun and enjoy yourselves

dariax@hotmail.co.uk

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domenica 21 dicembre 2014

Adultwork

This for the people who write to me wanting pics etc. I am still on Adultwork. For me it has always been a great site. You can enter free and there are many free pics you can have a look at.

Here is a link for those who do not know the site.

http://www.adultwork.com/Home.asp

http://www.adultwork.com/ViewProfile.asp?UserID=23087&TargetURL=http%3A%2F%2Fwww%2Eadultwork%2Ecom%2FHome%2Easp

Good viewing and hope to see you some time.

dariax@hotmail.com

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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

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mercoledì 22 ottobre 2014

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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lunedì 6 ottobre 2014

Fall Guy

In the autumn in the fall
When the sun lowers its head
And no longer burns

And African birds say goodbye
And mosquito bites recede
I begin to fade

My colour fades
And my good moods fade
And my memories of longer days fade

In autumn I need to be embraced
To have my arms filled with excitement
And my cunt filled with enthusiasm

Autumn leaves fall, trees undress
Autumn bonfires burn, a garden clean up
Autumn introduces more layers of clothes

And knickers get less sexy
And boots become wellingtons
And I definitely need a Fall Guy!


dariax@hotmail.co.uk

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venerdì 19 settembre 2014

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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lunedì 18 agosto 2014

It's in my DNA-Prose for Pros 51

It's in my DNA

Is it in my DNA?
That I like to play
Is it in my past?
The die already cast

When I lay with my legs apart
Is it pre-ordained
And your cock was meant to be
Inside of me.

Your hard cock making
Sweet noises in my cunt
And making me sob
And my spirits soar

Your hands were meant to be
Caressing me, stroking me
Your endless seed scattering
Across my breasts

Sending a message
Already written
A dialogue with the past
I was always meant to take your mast

And put sails on it
And to let it glide
Across my wetness
To 'go about' on my desire

And to journey places we
Had only dreamt about
But unconsciously knew
Because no voyage is a new one

As all voyages have a beginning
A middle
And no end
No end

dariax@hotmail.co.uk

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