Inhibitions loosened

inhibitions loosened by the Cointreau,
sensually kissing beneath mistletoe,
your curious yearnings finally show,
exploring tongues slithering to and fro,
as much needed festive cheer I bestow,
for your year’s been filled with much loss and woe,
need to let me have you, does quickly grow,
last trace of prudish reserve, letting go,
allowing fingers to explore below,
your hot, moist passion around them does flow,
fingertip swirls upon nub with gusto,
senses overwhelmed by that inner glow,
fingers front and rear, orgasmic combo,
tender, loving kisses in afterglow.

Just right

around feet puddles, black slip of thin mesh,
against stomach, his hardness hotly throbs,
wiggling my hips against his warm flesh,
as licentious thoughts, into my head bobs,

hot moist lips engulfing swollen nipple,
as his hand squeezes the other full breast,
sharp waves of pleasure, down to clit ripple,
moaning softly, as mouth and hand molest,

that sensual torture, which I adore,
reaching out, trying to grasp his arousal,
but he evades, as he kneels on the floor,
grasping fingers does his neat hair, tousle,

as kisses burn like fire down the belly,
welling dampness, threatening to flood thighs,
hard to stand up, when legs turn to jelly,
when soft kisses along seeping lips plies,

between my thighs and gazing up at me,
soulful eyes glistening in the moonlight,
loving adoration, so plain to see,
and that this whole evening, feels just right.

Sated and senseless

at the mercy of a tall, dark stranger,
while people party in the room next door,
arousal heightened by lust and danger,
as his lusty attentions, thrill to the core,
held face down over the boardroom table,
little black dress yanked up, over the bum,
lacy thong ripped off, access to enable,
probing wetness, with thick fingers and thumb.
one firm shove, massive hardness buried deep,
his hand pressed against the small of my back,
so turned on, that my hot juices freely seep,
with each thrust, his balls against my skin smack.
arching myself back to meet hard shafting,
thumb fucking arse to rhythm of his cock,
force of his pummelling leaving me gasping,
as the table beneath me, starts to rock,
flesh quivering as I start to lose control,
then quaking from such wondrous orgasm,
as wave after wave through body does roll,
thumb and cock gripped tight by clenching spasm.
slumped over table, sated and senseless,
body stretched by such a well endowed hunk,
hoping won’t be the last treat this Christmas,
as I feel my depths filling with his spunk,


doing something risky, encouraged by the whiskey,
for we’ve being flirting, and it’s been so diverting,
desire asserting, from sensual words spurting,
now getting frisky, with beneath mistletoe kissy,

intimacy sharing, with a stranger I’m pairing,
our bodies pressing, duelling tongues lust expressing,
buttocks caressing, with my clothing he’s messing,
hands getting daring, inside clothing we’re wearing.

my juices flowing, as our passion is growing,
wanting him so much, yearning for his tender touch,
hardness at his crutch, my fingers finally clutch,
affection showing, as mouth starts gently blowing.

kneeling and sucking, his hips respond by bucking,
in lust we wallow, as his essence I swallow,
more kisses follow, then licks down from neck’s hollow,
clothes quickly shucking, knowing we’ll soon be fucking.