Three times, I'm No Lady

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He wanted it all the time
All the time
But I didn't

He talked about it
All the time
But I didm't

He took photos
In all positions
But I didn't

He kissed me
All over
But I didn't

He exploded
In a minute
But I didn't

He wanted more
But he couldn't
But I could
I said again
But he didn't

What's in a name? Prose for Pros 47

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MY Pubes are Prickly! Prose for Pros 45

What shaving cream should I use?????

It's difficult to please, sometimes impossible
My first playmate wants shaved
And my second wants to see a bush

Should I just trim
Will trimming satisfy both
Or none at all

I'm not sure what I prefer
Shaving is a prickly business
Essential in summer when bikini clad

But in colder months a cover is cosy
It aslo conceals the cut, the gap, the hole
My personal playmate

Some men have a real preference
Want it nude or hairy and a must
Whilst others just want to concentrate on the cunt

Like a dress, the pubes conceal
And although men are interested in the dress
They often prefer it not to be worn

So what should I do?
What is your vote?
Shall I conceal or should I reveal?????

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What happens? Prose for Pros 42

What happens?

What happens when my fan man doesn't fan
My Swiss jazz player doesn't play
When my man from Milan doesn't text
And nobody is next

What happens when my Thursday fuck...Fucks Off
My orchid man sends petals elsewhere
When my Alitalia pilot flies South
And nobody rings

What happens when M no longer buys lingerie
When Marco marries
When my salami maker takes his sausage elsewhere
And nobody texts

What happens when Wilf no longer wants Milf
When there's no HappyFunGuy to take erotic pics
When Lord John no longer aPEERs
And Adultwork is quiet

What happens when young men no longer want to lose their virginity
When older men no longer want to rekindle passion
When men away from home no longer want company
And nobody shares my bed

What happens is that I smile
I remember, I dream and I salute
The trembling hands, the rampant cocks, the darting tongue
I am, I was and always will be DariaX
A good friend to many!

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DariaX -Prose for Pros 35

I am Daria with the X
Xtreme and Xciting
The X factor
For Xtended members

X is for forbidden
X for kisses
X for Xotic
For the X in sex

I am Daria X
Xtinguishing boredom
Xpunging guilt
Xpounding fun

X is for W
X is for Y
X in the middle
Xercising DP

I am Daria
I come with an X
I do not Xamine
Only Xist

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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

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Prose for Pros 24!

I got wet on his commands, I DID

He said kiss me, I DID

He said open my legs, I DID

He said open  my arse, I DID

He said open my mouth, I DID

I DID and I wanted him TO DO

I DID and I wanted him TO SCREW

I DID and I wanted him TO BE ROUGH

I DID and I wanted TO SAY ENOUGH

He said play with myself I DID

He said lick his balls, I DID

He said take it all, I DID

He said love it, I DID

I DID love it

I DID take it

I DID lick his balls

I DID masturbate and finger myself

I DID DO and it was wonderful

I DO DID and it is exciting

I DID DO and it was incredible

I DO DID and would like to DO DID again!

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The Lustre of Lust!

He stood before me his white shirt bulging from his masculine form. He stared at me and moved his head to the right. It seemed it was an indication that he wanted me to move onto the bed and so I did, His eyes controlled me. I gently sat down as his eyes buried into my soul.

He did not move towards me but stood still as a faint smile appeared on his face. He slowly undid the buttons of his shirt and with great ease removed it. He was like an advert for your local gymnasium. No body hair,just tight suntanned skin and a stomach as flat as a pastry board.

He watched my eyes and I knew he could tell I was excited. I felt as if my mouth was salivating. He then slowly moved towards me and taking my hands gently moved them towards his trouseer belt. My eyes looked into his and as I slowly unbuckled his belt clip I could see his eyes suddenly glisten.

'You are so beautiful', he said

As his words hit my ears I lowered his zip and my mouth found his groin. He was both hard and long and my mouth tasted the contours of his manhood through his underclothes.

I heard him groan and I realised that he wanted me as much as I wanted him. My fingers released his cock and I took it into my mouth, long and deep. His cock felt at home and it moved gently in and out as my lips closed over its circumference.

He gently massaged the top of my head carefully pulling my head onto his rigid member. There was a rythmn to our movements and we felt as one. He then removed his cock and pushed me onto the bed. His mouth found my mouth and his tongue explored my excitement. I wanted him inside me but he seemed to enjoy frustrating my will. Instead he lowered his head to my love pot and his mouth covered my desire. His tongue darted in and out and I felt a small orgasm that was followed by a very large and loud one. My body shook and he held me tight.

He looked down at me and he smiled. As he smiled he entered me and he watched my mouth open in both suprise and gratitude. I was wet and his cock moved inside me like an oiled piston.

And then I woke up. My hands lay close to my cunt and the phone was ringing loudly.

Let's dream together!!!

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Prose for Pros 20

We should be aware of labels

He wanted to masturbate over my Jimmy Choo shoes

He really did

He wanted to cum on my Louboutin's

He tried

And then he got erect again lusting over my Blahnik's

But he mispronounced the name

But he washed my Vuitton's with his seed

And my Stieger's took him to another planet

And my  Mcqueen's just left him dribbling

Whilst my lonely Atwood's got him rigid

And the Gucci's left him drenched

And battered and breathing heavily

And wanting to see me walk over him again

Wearing something new

But I did not have time to go to the market

And I asked if my Doc Marten's would do

And they did

He came to heel and was healed

And he came to bear his soul

And I beared my sole

And he wanted me to shoo

And be quiet

He wanted the shoe

Not me

Gucci, Gucci I whispered in his ear

And he came all down my leg

I was shoe less at the time

But that was fine

As he was sucking the leather

Of my Miu Miu's

I don't really have these shoes, as you may have guessed. But women get goosebumps at the mention of their names too! However, I've never orgasmed at seeing a pair but I can try if someone bought me a gift!!!!

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