domenica 15 dicembre 2013

Come and open my Christmas box!

Christmas box - a present given at Christmas for services during the year

My box-Vulgar Slang The vulva and the vagina.

Christmas time is an interesting time for anyone studying languages as words appear that never normally appear. Words like 'carol', 'manger', 'Boxing Day', 'yule log' etc

It is also a time when people get their Christmas box. This is usually a gift an offering only given at Christmas!

A box, however, also means a vagina. So I would like to announce that I am offering my Christmas box all week!

So this is a good time for a friend who wrote of his love of the vagina and criticised me for prefering the cock. I do like vaginas, I have a lovely one myself, but I still get more excited seeing a lovely erect penis than a vagina.

But here are a few very pretty Christams boxes! Enjoy!!!!! And if anyone wants to play with my Christmas box then get in touch.

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It is difficult to love a man who only comes once a year!


He comes down the chimney, he only comes at night
He comes when dressed in red
And he comes when all in bed

He comes in my bedroom, he comes so very quiet
He comes when all asleep
And he comes when none can peep

He comes to many, but he only comes once a year
He comes when it is chilly
But nobody's seen his willy

 But this year I may try to get a glimpse.

dariax@hotmail.co.uk

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giovedì 12 dicembre 2013

Prose for Pros 4

                                                         A slave to my slave


I was to be his Cleopatra
And he my fawning, fanning slave
I to recline on gilded cushions
Naked and sublime

I was to be his mistress
And he my obeying,odious slave
I to spread my legs
To be caressed and anointed

I was to be his pain
And he my toy, my tormentee
I to punish and scold
To humiliate and taunt

I was to be his queen
And he my servant my servile attendant
To open my legs and to piss
To annoint his head and mouth

He was and is my slave
For after me there is no other pleasure
No other delight, no other desire
than that which my slavery gives


dariax@hotmail.co.uk

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martedì 10 dicembre 2013

Prose for Pros 3

           He stood at my door and it touched the floor!




'I have a problem', he said
'We all do!' I replied
Laughing but he didn't
He was a tall man
Muscular and strong
A tall man

'What's your problem?' I said
'I'm very big', he replied
Laughing I replied
'What's the problem?'
He didn't laugh
A tall man

'Let's see your problem' I said
As he entered my bedroom
'Do you think you can take it? 'he said
As he dropped his jeans
And I dropped my jaw
He was a tall man

'Most women refuse.' he said
'I wonder why? I said
Laughing
But not so sure of myself
It was not only long, but wide
He was a tall, wide man

'Condoms are difficult' he said
'All men say this' I said
Laughing. He didn't
The condom came half way down
A solid girth, a sex trungeon
He was a tall man

'I'll be gentle' he said
'OK' I replied
Not laughing
He was as gentle as he could be
But he strtetched me like I've never been stretched
He was a tall man

'No anal' I said
'OK' he replied
Laughing, his first laugh
'Thank you' he said
'For what?' I replied
'For taking it from a tall man'

He left a sore whore
He left me wanting more
He made me sore but so full
He was my kind of bull
He walked out of my door
But I knew that I wanted an encore
From my tall man!

And he did return ;-)

I do like all kinds of cocks, whatever shape and whatever size, so if you want me to play with your cock then get in touch.

dariax@hotmail.co.uk

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domenica 8 dicembre 2013

Prose for Pros2

                          

He said my eyes sparkled-and that wasn't all



I really don't know why him
He wasn't a super stud, he wasn't even handsome
But he licked me in a special way
A decadent way, a 'wow I'm enjoying this' way

His tongue seemed to explore, a Christopher Columbus explore
His tongue bobbing up and down, swaying to and fro
Like the 'Santa Maria' in a swell
And it did swell, his cock and my lust

His cock and my desires
And my desires soared higher than his cock
When he entered me I could hear the squelch
It was an embarrassing squelch but he rose higher from hearing it

He slipped in and out of my lathered hole
Sometimes slithering outside but I quickly returned him
I don't know why my orgasm was so loud
So intense, so fulfilling, but it was

And I'm not sure why him
But he was really, really content
I've given a whore an orgasm content
Cat got the cream content, And why not?

It was very good! My eyes did sparkle and he would always remember the sparkle!

martedì 3 dicembre 2013

Cowgirl!


I have often mentioned that I do like the missionary position. And a visitor recently commented on this fact and asked did I like any other position. To be truthful any position whereby a cock is inside of me is good. I do like cocks inside me! So my preference for the missionary position does not exclude any other position.

I do also like the 'cowgirl' position. I am a little confused by the name. Cowboys and cowgirls ride, but they do not ride cows they ride horses. OK they often round up cows when they are riding but they never ride them!

So the 'cowgirl' position is that similar to riding a HORSE.

It is a great position as it is a position of power. You are on top!!!!

You can also regulate the speed and amount of cock you have inside you. It is both pleasurable and very good exercise.

So if anyone was wanting to be ridden, get in touch. I will ride you well!!!!

dariax@hotmail.co.uk

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giovedì 28 novembre 2013

Multi tasking

I spend a lot of my time writing about sex and actually participating in sexual acts. It is no surprise then that I think about it quite often. It is much on my mind. And I have noticed that I see the sexual side of most things. This can arise in a very innocent convesation with a friend or when I am sat watching television. It can also happen when I am cooking. And I do cook! Everyday I am preparing meals. And food is sexual!

Food can be placed in certain positions that conjure up eating but eating sexual cuisine.
Even when dishing up a meal you can be left hankering after other delicasies.
The shape of food can be very erotic. Or is this just me????
Or maybe it is because I am Italian. All Italians love food and most Italians love sex. And why not!

dariax@hotmail.co.uk

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