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.

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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Open door, open legs policy Prose for Pros 30

It is sometimes unusual and not totally straight forward when meeting a playmate for the first time. It is a time to be polite and courteous so you do the normal stuff you do when you meet. Kiss on the cheek and a friendly greeting etc. But you also know that it is not just an everyday greeting. The agreement has been accepted by both parties that sex will take place and so there is both nervousness and excitement all jumbled up together. It is a curious and enthralling mix. Hands and lips are sent mixed messages from the brain and it is an important time for all. First impressions are of course really important.

Here is a poem I wrote about this particular moment. The moment someone I have never met arrives at my door. He is walking towards my door knowing he will be fucking me inside soon. He stands at my door knowing he can do whatever he likes to me (well within limits of course!). He kisses my cheek with the knowledge that his lips will taste not only my cheeks but more delicate parts.

The door is opened and then my legs

We shook hands but I would shake more
We kissed on the cheek but I would kiss more
We embraced warmly but we would embrace more
And he was only at the door

We were shy but wanton
We were excited but reluctant
We were wanting more but accepted less
Because we were only at the door

The bedroom beckoned
Nakedness awaited
A rigid cock expected
An exploring tongue urged
A feverish tongue longed for

But we were only at the door
We were meeting, a first time meeting
A new experience and a wish for lusty moments
A break from the tedium, life's merry-go-round
That's not always merry

The door was opened politely but not so my legs
They were sprayed out quickly
To show a moist and welcoming opening
That excited to the touch and thrust forward 
To take the tip of the tongue

My home has one door that entices visitors 
My body has three
Each brooding for a touch and caress
Each longing for a surge of energy
To bustle in and take up space

One minute we are strangers
The next we are friends
Naked and smiling
Exercising our sex and satisfying our lust
For fun, friendship and of course a fuck

dariax@hotmail.co.uk

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Sex and Politics

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It's a beautiful day!

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qYvOwFl9jqQ

I got up early this morning and walked barefoot in the garden. The grass was full of dew and I left a trail where I walked.

The sun was up and you could feel its warmth even though it was early. Steam rose from the grass as the sun's heat hit the dew.

Above me about five green parrots bombed across the skyline making a horrendous din.

Everywhere seems in flower. The pomegranate bush is in bloom and its beautiful bell like flowers give it a Christmas tree look.

I have geraniums everywhere and they look so healthy. Enjoying the rain of the past week and now the sun.

Towering above me sparrows and blackbirds sing an early morning chorus as they dance around the pine trees that have made the area I live a popular one for walkers and exercise fanatics.


My dog trails behind me. He is loyal and curiuos. Which means he wants to wander off to smell the new smells but because he is my friend, my pack leader, wants to stay close. He moves around as if on elastic that is tied to my ankles.

The sun hits my face and I can feel my skin appreciate the exposure. I am happy. The day will see all my skin as all of my body will soak its rays. I am comforted by the thought of a nice browm bum and my breasts the same colour as everywhere else. Nature beckons.

As I walk back in doors I listen. There are curiuos sounds. Frogs in the nearby canal croak, dogs bark away in the fields near the Pineta and a woodpecker pecks away in the front garden.

It is good to be alive. And what is more I have an energetic visitor at 10am. What more could a whore want?

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