Little House On The Prairie

There was a little house
On the Prairie
Well, not really prairie and not little
Somewhere between Ostia Antica
And Casal Palocco

It was cowboy country
A mish mash of good
And the bad
And sometimes the ugly
But definitely cowboy

Men played shotgun
With me on a regular basis
Some shot pistols, others rifles
But they liked to shoot
And you could find their bullets everwhere

I'm not sure if I was a cowgirl
Sometimes cowgirl positions
But often not
Men often imagine unorthodox things
Which are not always easy to do

Men rode into town on their stallion
Sometimes brown or black but often white
Colour never changed the gallop
Or the things that took place
There is no prejudice in a whores bed

But after the ride we sat by the campfire
And talked, and more
Often the talk was of loved ones
Of which I was not one
But they loved my cunt

They loved my cunt and ass because
They were always available
At a price
And men like that
They are not patient

I don't live on the little prairie
Any longer
My cowboy days are over
Yet I still get ridden
At my 'bidden'

But the wild and wonderful west
Is now just a memory
The dust lays fast
And I have cobwebs
Around my cunt

The road with no crossroads

On the left is a large, rectangular field
Yellowing under the hot,midday sun
No shade, just torrid, blazing heat
The only life, is insect life
And it seems, for many of these,
It is too hot

 It is far too hot, hot on your feet hot
Flies rush to your lips and eyes
To capture saliva and moisture
And anything the body lets out
They are crazy with heat
And ignore the swipes of a sweaty hand

The flies, like me, are on a mission
They like me are maddened and frustrated
My salty, eyes cast mistily
To the right and scans another field
It is a multitude of browns and conveys barren
Even the weeds have withered

The brown field appears bereft of life
Without redemption
It awaits the rain, like we all do
To cool and wash away the
results of the heat
But everything seems dead

The rain, it is hoped, will nourish the soil
But what is there to be nourished?
Is it possible that life can survive this?
Can life emerge from the dust?
Can the land become green and lush?
And productive?

And in front, behind a windscreen of dead flies and gnats
A long, long road
Not winding at all
Straight but with gradients
Ups and downs
But the overall image is down

Down to the horizon
Where there isn't much
To talk about
Other than down
Other than road
That is long and straight

The road is without crossroads
Without intersections
Without junctions
There is no official way off this road
But many have tried
Tyre marks edge the side of the tarmac


The tarmac is sticky
Black puddles, inky splodges
Mingled with dust
Tracks appear to go nowhere
And maybe I like nowhere
Maybe it is a better place to go

The Long And Winding Road

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Y6gCUGaiG6k

It is often a long road
To my door
A winding Road
Divorce, a broken relationship
Unsatisfactory sex
Or just wanting a thrill

The road to my door
Is never a straight one
Nothing in life is straight
Nor is it
A road without roadworks
Without obstacles

Guilt, nervousness, lack of money
Lack of time
Cold feet
Many things get in
The way and often
Mental debris

Availability, suitability
Lack of ability
A dislike of condoms
Nervousness about the unknown
A frailty of the new
A fear of poor performance

Ejaculation that happens
Too quick
Or not at all
And then some regrets
But many reappear
Walking the long winding road

I'm a diary
I'm a love letter
I'm a book of poems
My pages will tempt
The journey
The path though will be

Long
&
Winding

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

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The Story Of Pie - I'm 22/7 parts there

I did not have much idea of what a pie was until I lived in the United Kingdom. Generally Italian are not big pie eaters. I discovered pies, however, in England. You could not miss them. They are everywhere. These two links will give you some idea of what I mean.


https://www.google.it/search?q=English+pies&espv=2&tbm=isch&tbo=u&source=univ&sa=X&ei=jHeiVJ6LEpPeaNC0gYAB&ved=0CC0QsAQ&biw=1024&bih=495

http://www.bbcgoodfood.com/recipes/collection/pie

Pies are eaten as snacks, as main courses and as desserts. They seem to be eaten any time of the day!

There are even nursey rhymes about pies

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5UIAfKp7PPU

Pies come in all sorts of sizes and shapes. Some have exotic names others local names. A pie is usually described as having a top and bottom made of pastry.

One pie that is often eaten at Christmas is the pork pie. For me it is a diabolical food. If offered a pork pie I generally refuse. Politely of course. The pork pie has also lent its name to a hat.

It was also in England that I came across the cream pie  Here I mean the innocent cream pie.The cream pie is used by clowns and others trying to be funny.

Basically it is a pie looking shape over flowing with shaving cream. It is often used in slapstick comedy!

The story of pie has nonetheless introduced to me the less innocent cream pie. The sexual cream pie. That is bareback sex and the male having his orgasm inside. The cream pie being the sperm emerging from the orifice that has been used.

In the world of sex and pornography the creampie is a big success. It is very popular. I imagine in the world of safe sex the creampie represents danger, excitement, pushing the boundaries taking chances etc.

I do admit when I am with someone I know well and knowing for some time I enjoy having thesperm enter my body it is very thrilling. I love feeling the male cock shudder and throb whilst inside me!

Pies, therefore, are not for everyones taste but for many they are part of an everyday diet!!!!

I do recommend you try one though!

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Christmas is a lot like sex!

I do think for many of us Christmas and sex have a lot in common. Let's look at a few of these.

1. Most of us look forward to it. We get excited and impatient.

2. We imagine different ways of doing it.

3. We like surprises.

4. We like to unrap our presents. Sometimes slowly but often in a great hurry.

5. We like to eat. And we tend to eat a lot. I always have my mouth full!

6. Most of us like the idea of a mysterious, generous man visiting late at night with his sack full.

7. Sex and Christmas involve a lot of kissing and I like kissing.

The only problem is Christmas comes just once a year and I could never have that!

However, after Christmas is like after sex. You have had fun and you would like the idea of having more but you cannot. You are stuffed! You have had your fill. You like the look of it but cannot manage anymore!

And you know that you need to conserve some energy, some appetite, and some get up and go for New Year. And that is soon!

So if you would like some after Christmas fun to prepare you for the New Year get in touch. I can massage you, I can unrap you slowly, I can take away the after Christmas blues.

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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

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