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That's a very good poem. Thank you very much for sharing.
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Thanks for reading I am glad you enjoyed it...
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You're welcome. I did.
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ESCAPE
The bottom of a glass or blowing smoke
Or shooting up with some dope
Escaping life is no joke.
Face the truth and you will find
Escape is not always kind.
Choose your poison carefully
Or a junkie you will be
Carry that monkey on your back
Riddle your arms with needle tracks
Face the truth and you will find
Escape is not always kind.
Brown paper bags seem harmless enough
At least alcohol is legal stuff.
Dizzy dreamer or sleepy friend
A drunken stupor that never ends
Face the truth and you will find
Escape is not always kind.
Roll the smoke or puff from a bong
The effects of this medicine can be strong
Humble yourself before it’s too late
Addiction doesn’t have to seal your fate.
Face the escape and you will find
Life can be good just give it time.
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Valentines by Design
An excerpt from my Latest Book Sexy Musings of an Erotic Mind
It’s that time of year, an annual retreat at some lodge in the mountains. Peter has been gone for a week. I miss him so much. He’s so remote our phones won’t even work.
The worst part is being alone is this big bed. Everything smells like him. I hold his pillow so tight. I had hidden one of his shirt before he left. I’ve been sleeping in it. Oh my girl! You’ve got it bad.
Since we’ve been honest and confessed our feelings for each other, I want to be near him every minute. Work is not enough. Ok I am bordering on obsessive! Get a hold girl!
He’s been gone five extremely long days. We were unable to spend Sunday night together because his flight left so early. My body is aching for some orgasmic relief.
“Bzzzz bzzzzz bzzzz”. I reach over and slam the alarm. Today is February 14th and my Valentine is not due back for two more days! ****! ****! ****!
“Oh well, better go hold down the fort for my babe!” I say with a snarky tone out loud.
I roll out of bed and head for the shower.
The shower helps me wake up a bit. I realize from my foggy brain, I don’t sleep as well without him.
Its Friday, so casual dress for the office, but I can feel his eyes haunting my every move. Peter loves me in lace, it feels so good against my skin. My body is craving his touch. How his fingers play across my breasts massaging them, molding them, tweaking my nipples.
A familiar warmth spreads through my body. My hand slides down my tummy and smooths across my lacy panties. My fingertips skirt the waistband and press against the mound. The feel of the lace causes me to gasp. It’s been a while since I’ve touched myself this way. What would Peter think if he saw me like this?
I close my eyes and he appears to me naked. His Glorious hard on twitching at me. My hand slides between my thighs, searching for the smooth folds of my ****. I glide my fingers across the fold, oh yes, I’m wet. I begin smearing the creamy liquid across my clit. I flick my fingers repeatedly across the bud of sensitivity.
My fingers move swiftly up and down before circling and pressing my clit. I can sense the heat increase. The demand for release is growing. I inhale deeply through my teeth. The moans are louder, there’s no one to hear me. She’s ready. I know it. I sense it. I feel myself edging for that intense cataclysmic orgasm.
I arch my hips up, into Peter. His hips pump against me. I can feel him, I can hear him.
“Oh god make me cum Peter, please. I need to cum.” A command is all I needed to begin the pulsating clenching. Once, twice, rolling thru the third and then once more. My toes are curling and my knees forced apart. Raw screams of self-gratifying pleasure bounce back at me. My heart is racing. All I want to do is kiss his lips and give back to him.
I am breathless with heaving breasts. I touch fingers to my lips and taste the sweet nectar that he adores.
Before I can regain my composure, my eyes flutter open. Oh no, I am not alone. Peter stands watching me from the doorway of the bedroom.
“You’re here! Are you real?”
He moves hastily across the room. Peter grabs my hand, kissing my palm and sucking my fingers.
“Lanie Baby, that’s got to be the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.” He slides his hand down to cup my breast thumbing my erect nipples.
He takes my hand placing it on his very hard ****. “See how you’ve made me feel?” He whispers. My only reply is a small moan.
My hands caress his face to kiss his lips. I am trying to choke back tears, “I missed you! Promise me you won’t leave me alone for so long again?”
“I promise!” He bows down and kisses my lips gently sweetly as tears stream down my face. “Don’t cry Lanie Baby.” Using his thumbs to wipe away the tears. “Why do you think I’m home early?”
“I was just so grateful to see you. I didn’t think to ask.” I said swallowing hard, “So, why are you home early?” I am trying to keep my tears at bay.
“Because no man in love should be anywhere but with the woman he loves on Valentine’s day.”
He pauses to kiss me, “Besides, I think the guys were pretty tired of me moping around missing you so much!” He chuckles.
I scramble to get up on my knees on the bed, to grab him for the deepest wettest ‘**** me now’ kiss ever!
He leans into me and starts to lay me back on the bed. “Oh my God!” I screamed coming back to reality “Dammit what time is it! I’m going to be so late.”
I struggle to get out of his arms but his grip only tightens around me. “Hey! Hey! Calm down. They aren’t expecting you. Baby slow down ….” He takes my face into his hands, looking into my eyes and whispers, “I called on my way in. We have the whole day… The entire weekend to be together.”
He kisses me with the kind of kiss that calms me down and spirals my senses out of control. This time I let him lay me on the bed. His body follows me down his weight is welcome on top of me. He’s home, he missed me, and he loves me. Our hands rub down his back. I was about to pull up his shirt when Peter raises up and takes it off.
I reach for his jeans, “These next, please.”
He gives me that sexy smirk, “Kinda bossy today aren’t we?” He backs off the bed and strips for me. He wiggles his cute butt right out of those jeans. He teases me by slowly sliding his boxers down. Oh god his **** is so hard. My fingers are itching to touch him. “Show me again, Baby?” He looks passionately into my eyes.
I am a bit confused, “Show you what darling?”
“How much pleasure you were giving yourself. Show me how to give that to you.” He taunts me with smooth long strokes of his ****. I can’t take my eyes off his hand how expertly he strokes. Of course, he does. He knows his body as well as I know my own. He wants to know my secrets and I want to know his.
No words were spoken, I watched him as he watched me. I strip off my panties and spread my legs wide for him to see every inch of me. My deft fingers find the swollen pink folds and begin once again.
This time he’s not in my head but present watching me. This is no fantasy. I wet my lips, wanting to taste him. The thoughts fuel my passion. Sounds echo around the room. I hear myself respond to my own hand wanting it to be his.
I am at the edge again, “Come her babe?” My voice husky from desire beckons him to the bed.
I scoot back. He crawls up on the foot to lay down next to me. “Give me your hand?”
He reaches out and I put my hand on top of his. My fingers show him just how to manipulate my body. “Oh yes!” I toss my head back “Oh god Peter that’s perfect…don’t stop”.
My hand reaches to grasp his **** twitching at my side. The pitch in my voice has heightened, he knows I’m there and he doesn’t stop only adding his mouth on my breasts to increase my pleasure.
My hand strokes smoothly and firmly just the way he was. Oh yes, he feels like velvet in my hand, I hear his breathing increase his hips undulate against my hand. He sucks my breast harder, biting down on the nipple. This is going to be intense for both of us.
The sensuous act of mutual ****, a beautiful sound of perfect resonance crashing and satisfying a need for intimacy that continues to grow within this relationship. We are not ashamed to be sexual beings with needs, either met alone or together.
“Oh Peter! Oh yyyyeeessss!!!!” Screaming and clenching against his hand cumming in an incredibly wet completed mess. Peter plants a big kiss on my shoulder. His hips pump against my hand. He explodes creamy love all over my tummy. Oh Yes. The perfect act of marking me as his own.
He drops his head to my shoulder, his arm collapses across me. Our hearts beating as one loud boom! I hear him rasp, “Oh I missed you so much! You are incredible Baby Mine.”
Peter cups my chin and kisses my lips, You are mine, all mine Valentine. I love you.” He kisses me again, with deep affirming love.
“Oh ****!” I blurt out!
“Excuse me?” Peter says just a bit agitated.
“I had this whole homecoming thing planned chocolate cake and special dinner but not until Sunday! Don’t get me wrong I’m so very, very happy you’re home I just …. ” he stops my words with a big kiss.
Peter props his head on his elbow. “Is that all?” He chides me. “No worries I’ve got special plans of my own.” He says wiggling his eyebrows at me.
I give him a wicked grin and an elbow nudge. “I’ll just bet you do!” My arms wrap around his neck, “I Love You too! Will you be my Valentine?”
“Yours and nobody else’s my Lanie Baby!”
Aside from a few trips to the fridge and a shower or two, Valentine’s Day was spent in the arms of the man I love, making love, on the day set aside for love.
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Valentines by Design
An excerpt from my Latest Book Sexy Musings of an Erotic Mind
It’s that time of year, an annual retreat at some lodge in the mountains. Peter has been gone for a week. I miss him so much. He’s so remote our phones won’t even work.
The worst part is being alone is this big bed. Everything smells like him. I hold his pillow so tight. I had hidden one of his shirt before he left. I’ve been sleeping in it. Oh my girl! You’ve got it bad.
Since we’ve been honest and confessed our feelings for each other, I want to be near him every minute. Work is not enough. Ok I am bordering on obsessive! Get a hold girl!
He’s been gone five extremely long days. We were unable to spend Sunday night together because his flight left so early. My body is aching for some orgasmic relief.
“Bzzzz bzzzzz bzzzz”. I reach over and slam the alarm. Today is February 14th and my Valentine is not due back for two more days! ****! ****! ****!
“Oh well, better go hold down the fort for my babe!” I say with a snarky tone out loud.
I roll out of bed and head for the shower.
The shower helps me wake up a bit. I realize from my foggy brain, I don’t sleep as well without him.
Its Friday, so casual dress for the office, but I can feel his eyes haunting my every move. Peter loves me in lace, it feels so good against my skin. My body is craving his touch. How his fingers play across my breasts massaging them, molding them, tweaking my nipples.
A familiar warmth spreads through my body. My hand slides down my tummy and smooths across my lacy panties. My fingertips skirt the waistband and press against the mound. The feel of the lace causes me to gasp. It’s been a while since I’ve touched myself this way. What would Peter think if he saw me like this?
I close my eyes and he appears to me naked. His Glorious hard on twitching at me. My hand slides between my thighs, searching for the smooth folds of my ****. I glide my fingers across the fold, oh yes, I’m wet. I begin smearing the creamy liquid across my clit. I flick my fingers repeatedly across the bud of sensitivity.
My fingers move swiftly up and down before circling and pressing my clit. I can sense the heat increase. The demand for release is growing. I inhale deeply through my teeth. The moans are louder, there’s no one to hear me. She’s ready. I know it. I sense it. I feel myself edging for that intense cataclysmic orgasm.
I arch my hips up, into Peter. His hips pump against me. I can feel him, I can hear him.
“Oh god make me cum Peter, please. I need to cum.” A command is all I needed to begin the pulsating clenching. Once, twice, rolling thru the third and then once more. My toes are curling and my knees forced apart. Raw screams of self-gratifying pleasure bounce back at me. My heart is racing. All I want to do is kiss his lips and give back to him.
I am breathless with heaving breasts. I touch fingers to my lips and taste the sweet nectar that he adores.
Before I can regain my composure, my eyes flutter open. Oh no, I am not alone. Peter stands watching me from the doorway of the bedroom.
“You’re here! Are you real?”
He moves hastily across the room. Peter grabs my hand, kissing my palm and sucking my fingers.
“Lanie Baby, that’s got to be the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.” He slides his hand down to cup my breast thumbing my erect nipples.
He takes my hand placing it on his very hard ****. “See how you’ve made me feel?” He whispers. My only reply is a small moan.
My hands caress his face to kiss his lips. I am trying to choke back tears, “I missed you! Promise me you won’t leave me alone for so long again?”
“I promise!” He bows down and kisses my lips gently sweetly as tears stream down my face. “Don’t cry Lanie Baby.” Using his thumbs to wipe away the tears. “Why do you think I’m home early?”
“I was just so grateful to see you. I didn’t think to ask.” I said swallowing hard, “So, why are you home early?” I am trying to keep my tears at bay.
“Because no man in love should be anywhere but with the woman he loves on Valentine’s day.”
He pauses to kiss me, “Besides, I think the guys were pretty tired of me moping around missing you so much!” He chuckles.
I scramble to get up on my knees on the bed, to grab him for the deepest wettest ‘**** me now’ kiss ever!
He leans into me and starts to lay me back on the bed. “Oh my God!” I screamed coming back to reality “Dammit what time is it! I’m going to be so late.”
I struggle to get out of his arms but his grip only tightens around me. “Hey! Hey! Calm down. They aren’t expecting you. Baby slow down ….” He takes my face into his hands, looking into my eyes and whispers, “I called on my way in. We have the whole day… The entire weekend to be together.”
He kisses me with the kind of kiss that calms me down and spirals my senses out of control. This time I let him lay me on the bed. His body follows me down his weight is welcome on top of me. He’s home, he missed me, and he loves me. Our hands rub down his back. I was about to pull up his shirt when Peter raises up and takes it off.
I reach for his jeans, “These next, please.”
He gives me that sexy smirk, “Kinda bossy today aren’t we?” He backs off the bed and strips for me. He wiggles his cute butt right out of those jeans. He teases me by slowly sliding his boxers down. Oh god his **** is so hard. My fingers are itching to touch him. “Show me again, Baby?” He looks passionately into my eyes.
I am a bit confused, “Show you what darling?”
“How much pleasure you were giving yourself. Show me how to give that to you.” He taunts me with smooth long strokes of his ****. I can’t take my eyes off his hand how expertly he strokes. Of course, he does. He knows his body as well as I know my own. He wants to know my secrets and I want to know his.
No words were spoken, I watched him as he watched me. I strip off my panties and spread my legs wide for him to see every inch of me. My deft fingers find the swollen pink folds and begin once again.
This time he’s not in my head but present watching me. This is no fantasy. I wet my lips, wanting to taste him. The thoughts fuel my passion. Sounds echo around the room. I hear myself respond to my own hand wanting it to be his.
I am at the edge again, “Come her babe?” My voice husky from desire beckons him to the bed.
I scoot back. He crawls up on the foot to lay down next to me. “Give me your hand?”
He reaches out and I put my hand on top of his. My fingers show him just how to manipulate my body. “Oh yes!” I toss my head back “Oh god Peter that’s perfect…don’t stop”.
My hand reaches to grasp his **** twitching at my side. The pitch in my voice has heightened, he knows I’m there and he doesn’t stop only adding his mouth on my breasts to increase my pleasure.
My hand strokes smoothly and firmly just the way he was. Oh yes, he feels like velvet in my hand, I hear his breathing increase his hips undulate against my hand. He sucks my breast harder, biting down on the nipple. This is going to be intense for both of us.
The sensuous act of mutual ****, a beautiful sound of perfect resonance crashing and satisfying a need for intimacy that continues to grow within this relationship. We are not ashamed to be sexual beings with needs, either met alone or together.
“Oh Peter! Oh yyyyeeessss!!!!” Screaming and clenching against his hand cumming in an incredibly wet completed mess. Peter plants a big kiss on my shoulder. His hips pump against my hand. He explodes creamy love all over my tummy. Oh Yes. The perfect act of marking me as his own.
He drops his head to my shoulder, his arm collapses across me. Our hearts beating as one loud boom! I hear him rasp, “Oh I missed you so much! You are incredible Baby Mine.”
Peter cups my chin and kisses my lips, You are mine, all mine Valentine. I love you.” He kisses me again, with deep affirming love.
“Oh ****!” I blurt out!
“Excuse me?” Peter says just a bit agitated.
“I had this whole homecoming thing planned chocolate cake and special dinner but not until Sunday! Don’t get me wrong I’m so very, very happy you’re home I just …. ” he stops my words with a big kiss.
Peter props his head on his elbow. “Is that all?” He chides me. “No worries I’ve got special plans of my own.” He says wiggling his eyebrows at me.
I give him a wicked grin and an elbow nudge. “I’ll just bet you do!” My arms wrap around his neck, “I Love You too! Will you be my Valentine?”
“Yours and nobody else’s my Lanie Baby!”
Aside from a few trips to the fridge and a shower or two, Valentine’s Day was spent in the arms of the man I love, making love, on the day set aside for love.
Valentine's Day
Sensual loving
Thank you Lady Rose
You've intrigued me
Love and light
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John moves to stands over me. I feel the loss of his warmth. He has taken off his clothes. I can see his hard **** bobbing before me. I eagerly grasp it and lick the Precum from the head. I look up at him for approval. He sucked in a breath between his teeth. My soft hands cup his balls. My tongue twirls around the tip and sucking in the bell of his ****, he bucks forward. His hands knotted in my hair. The feel of my warm mouth on his skin. My teeth grazing his hardness. I suck him down until my tongue rests against his balls... I hear a familiar sound, "oh ****. Babylove. Don't stop." I suck harder in and out until he was bouncing against the back of my throat.
I crawl back on the bed and motion him forward. "Straddle me baby, let my **** hold you and finish this job."
"Oh my god yes, my pleasure." He crawls atop me. His hard **** bounces between my breasts. He thrusts against my chest. His balls bounce on my tummy. My breasts pressed tightly together to cradle him. My mouth at the end of the tunnel
"Oh baby." I knew he was ready. He begins to pump harder and his breathing labored. Creamy liquid begins to trickle out and all over my breasts. He takes his **** in hand to finish. He rubs it across my nipples. I lick my fingers.
"What a woman." John kisses me and I taste my juices mingled on my tongue with his cum. That is so sexy.
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Great stories!
I 'd love it if you could post a few on yourotica.net
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I am sorry but I am spread pretty thin right now and don t have time. But thanks for the offer...good luck
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