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venerdì 1 aprile 2016

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


martedì 24 novembre 2015

The Bus

We sometimes take the bus just for the ride!

There was no need
I was not going anywhere
I did not need to be anywhere
It was just an impulse

There was an empty road
An empty seat
So I took it
It was there

There were many seats
Offering similar views
Of similar places
But I sat near the window

I could see and be seen
The window of life
Capturing the movement
Of the day

I was thrown about
Knocked around
I bounced up and down
As we raced to our destination

The destination was not important
But to arrive was
Arrival meant something
I was travelling again

The bus emptied
The city's seeds flushed
Through the doors
And dripped into a waiting life

I sat on a warmed seat
And wondered
Should I take another bus
Or just stay on this one

This bus I knew the route
I had travelled its routine
And witnessed its contents
And knew what to expect

And I stayed
On my warm seat
With no timetable
And only the excitement of routine

venerdì 23 maggio 2014

He was my seat, my throne! Prose for Pros 43

He was my seat.


He wanted it
Badly
Dreamt about it
Thought about it
Constantly

He was nervous
Very
He wished it to be
Relished the real
Passionately

He lay still
Motionless
Welcoming the moment
Greeting the fantasy
Quietly

And I lowered myself
Slowly
Covering his face
With my sex
Suffocatingly

He groaned loudly
Appreciating
My wetness
My Cunt
Lovingly

He licked me
Hungrily
Tasting all of me
Pushing himself
Inwardly

And then he sobbed
Deeply
As my bladder emptied
And he drank
Wildly

He lay wet faced
Contented
Sperm splattered his stomach
And pubic hairs
He was blissful and grateful

dariax@hotmail.co.uk

0039 3281769818

domenica 4 maggio 2014

Do I want another coffee? Prose for Pros 39

I like Coffee!

The phone rings and there is a
Charming pleasant voice
Asking questions about me
And things that I do
And do I want a coffee?

The e-mail box indicates there is
A message, well written, eloquent
Asking me to do things
Some unusual things
And do I want a coffee?

The phone vibrates
There is a short  suggestive message
Asking me about my panties
My breasts and sometimes more
And do I want a coffee?

I do like coffee
I like Italian coffee
Strong and with a kick
But I only take it in the morning
Before 3pm
Sex however, I take all day!

dariax@hotmail.co.uk


0039 3281769818

giovedì 1 maggio 2014

What do I do???? Prose for Pros 38

Some People Ask........

I am often asked
What do I do?
I know......I know
The person just
Wants to hear
Me talk 'dirty'
Dirty deeds
To wank
To masturbate
To emit his seed

I am often asked
What am I like?
But they want
To know
About my cunt
To hear me say
My cunt
My anus
Maybe the same
Person reads my blog

I am often asked
What do I like?
I lust
Like any other
And try to please
Like only a few
I seldom
Touch myself
Unless instructed
And often am

I am often asked
Am I single?
Am I married?
Not sure what
Is best
To be
But single
Or married
I am
Me

Me I write poems
About my cunt
And me the slut
But I too
Ask the question
What do I do?
Not to excite
Not to get
Hard nipples
And wet

I ESCORT
I Excite

I Seduce

I Copulate

I Orgasm

I make Rigid

And I Tease

I always Tease
I tease
To Please

To Tease is desire
To be Rigid is to ride
To Orgasm I crave
To Copulate I want
To Seduce I need
And to Excite gives
Me value
And I need
To be valued
And desired

I need to plea, I lust to please and I must be pleasured

dariax@hotmail.co.uk

0039 3281769818




domenica 13 aprile 2014

In The House Of Dreams Prose for Pros 32

In The House Of Dreams

In the house of dreams
There are highs and lows
The cock soars..
High
And then descends...
Low

The passion peaks and then is
Weak
The excitements flames and then is
Doused

In the house of dreams we meet
The person we are
The person we
Need
The fantasies we
Heed

The dreams we
Breed
And the fears we
Hide

In the house of dreams we share
Intimate longings
We placate selfish
Whims
We resolve immediate
Cravings

We overestimate
Ability
We clothe our worst
Thoughts

The house of dreams awaits. It beckons and it consumes. It comforts and it confuses. The house of dreams allows a safe journey, but with a strong current of guilt and sperm that is spilt but a relationship that is built from sharing the house of dreams!


dariax@hotmail.co.uk

0039 3281769818

He wanted the Kama Sutra! Prose for Pros 33


He wanted the Kama Sutra and he wanted it replayed

I was upside down
Legs in the air
On my back
Against the chair

I was astride him
He rode my rear
I shrieked
He loved to hear

He was in my mouth
His tongue was rimming
He kissed me all over
His cock was brimming

I was alive
His cock was dead
I took him inside
And gave him head

He was a born again fucker
He was solid and firm
He rammed me hard
I began to squirm

We were 69
Then 66
He wanted me rough
He promised me pricks

He was ready to cum
Me too
He fucked me harder
And then he blew

He sighed and sobbed
He cried my name
He looked me over
And then fucked me again

But he was soft
But willing
And I
Had taken a filling

And it felt good!

dariax@hotmail.co.uk

0039 3281769818





venerdì 7 febbraio 2014

February is quiet and sometimes depressing! Prose for Pros18


Today the sun is out and I feel more positive. Nonetheless, we cannot expect sunshine throughout the month. We have to expect grey skies and rain. And that is depressing. The beach and the heat seem far into the future and the days are ahead are paved in dreariness. However, there is one thing we can do to brighten up our days and that is to get naked in a warm room and do the things men and women have been doing on February days for centuries. There is nothing better in February than to lie next to a warm, excited body when outside it is raining and cold. So if there is anyone wanting to escape February blues then get in touch.

And here is a poem I wrote when watching the sky clouding over and the rain beginning to fall outside.

What do I do?

My visitors are from all walks of life
They are all ages
And with varied fantasies and dreams.
And with normal things to do
When they are not fucking me

My visitors are married, in a relationship
Single and retired
They are businessmen, politicians,
Electricians and some are police
And some I don't know, they don't tell

My visitors are all after the same thing
They are aching to be taken
Out from life's rituals
Out of life's chores
And I take them on a journey

But when my visitors leave me
When they leave my bed
When they leave ruffled sheets
And damp stains
And my holes are vacant

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZckTdo_0Gjk

What do I do? Where do I go?
''Where do you go my lovely
When you're alone in your bed
Tell me the world that surrounds you
I want to get inside your head.''

And you would be surprised.
By how normal my life is
How routine my world is
How I fit into social norms
And how I do what many do

I ride my bike, I like exercise

I read, I like to read

I cook, I usually cook for people

I sunbathe, when the sun shines

And I lay on my bed and write to you


How perfectly, fuckingly normal I am
I am



dariax@hotmail.co.uk

0039 3281769818