such a wonderful sight to start the day,
after days, when we lacked the time to play
naked silhouette, with your back to me,
washing yourself, beneath the shower’s spray.

head tilted back, I know that you can’t see,
as my curves of clothing, so quickly are free,
quietly opening screen and slipping inside,
pressing against you, from shoulders to knee.

your look of surprise, then smiling so wide,
as joy at me being there, you just can’t hide,
moulding my body against your warm back,
my fingertips, over your shoulders glide.

hardened nipples across your wet skin track,
hands sliding down arms, and fingers entwine,
my mouth, your neck does sensually attack,
as water flows down back, into bum’s crack,

taking soap and sponge, start washing your spine,
then slide them round, to expanse of your chest,
down your belly, following that hairy line,
to that throbbing hardness, which is all mine,

spinning you round, against the tiles you rest,
letting the water, wash the soap away,
slowly kissing, each dark puckering crest,
then kneeling, so mouth can do what it does best.

one hand with your slippery balls, does play,
whilst other wraps around your manly pole,
stroking, as between my lips head does lay,
as tip of my tongue, over crown does stray.

your tightening balls, I continue to roll,
taking girth of you between widening jaws,
hands on my head, the pace tries to control,
as probing finger teases tight rear hole.

that final touch, spurting does cause,
as your body suddenly shudders and tenses,
sucking mouth, every last drop from you draws,
having my own release, bringing on yours,



warmth of your two bodies, enveloping,
his hardness in front, your softness behind,
the night, now so sensually developing,
for we all know, what’s on each other’s mind,
thumbs stroking temples, lips tenderly press,
brushing hair aside, exposing my neck,
fragile target, for your gentle caress,
your soft lips touch there, with a slow wet peck,

fingertips tugging at my dress’s zip,
cool air kisses skin as the back opens,
deft caresses, push it down over hip,
passionate kiss with your husband deepens,
your fingernail trailing slowly down spine,
now I’m left wearing only my sheer bra,
turning me round, your kiss equally divine,
as husband strips for our mΓ©nage-a-trois,

tongues tangle, fingers thread into my hair,
caressing off the thin straps of your dress,
as we kiss, your curvaceous body I bare,
lust for your beauty, so hard to suppress,
when I break kiss, step back to admire,
watching nipples, tighten under my gaze,
my thumbs on your hard nubs, stokes the fire,
husband removing my bra, just fuels blaze,

naked upon rug, thighs straddling his face,
in passionate kiss, our hungry lips lock
wet, swollen folds, on which his tongue does trace,
as your hips rise and fall, on his hard cock,
moaning into each other’s mouths, as we kiss,
his thrusting cock and tongue set about their task,
taking us to that supreme moment of bliss,
cupping buttocks, squeezing your bouncing arse,

your tongue in my mouth, his buried between lips,
all of us lost in moment and each other,
slamming down hard on him, with force of your hips,
grateful you two, chose me as your lover,
everything’s so fast, becoming a blur,
motions getting so desperate and frantic,
till needed orgasms eventually occur,
holding on tight, in the sumptuous magic.

Juices freely flow

juices freely flow, at the merest thought,
of stinging buttocks, with that very rosy glow,
when at disobeying orders, I get caught,
juices freely flow.

bent over your knee, every bit of me on show,
as that painful lesson, so lovingly is taught,
counting aloud, each and every painful blow.

tender caresses calm, as I become overwrought,
hard flesh ploughs exquisitely to and fro,
for you give me pain and pleasure, that I sought,
juices freely flow.


Open for inspection.

eager to please, needing no persuasion,
submitting myself for your inspection,
raising the knees, holding my legs open,
though embarrassed, having no objection,
showing you, all that you already own,
from dark puckered rosette to moist, pink lips,
over flat stomach, bejewelled with gemstone,
to soft heaving breasts, with hard scarlet tips,
angelic face with my insolent eyes,
that meets your gaze, and more than eggs you on,
as you stare up at me, through my splayed thighs,
so worthy of lavishing love upon.

your soft hands, running up the back of my thighs,
which still bear the pink imprints of your hand,
soft massage you give them, brings on my sighs,
easing the pain of receiving your brand,
once more I bend over, at your behest,
and your hand takes a firm hold of my plait,
though I know what’s coming, still don’t protest,
as swinging hand hits round cheek, hard and flat,
then lifts to smack hard, again and again,
my large breasts, wobbling in time to each blow,
as I close eyes to savour the pain,
until both my cheeks, so rosily glow.

my sleek, seeping juices glisten at you,
as you stop spanking, to caress the hurts,
laying down, my wet folds from inches you view,
feeling the heat, my punished flesh exerts,
as you kiss the reddened cheeks, so gently,
breathing in the heady musk of my scent
examining my flushed sex, intently,
amazed I can get so wet from your torment,
as you tenderly spread, plump outer lips,
to gaze at soft, pink moistness of my core,
your mouth and tongue, exquisitely worships,
as you savour that sweet nectar once more.


sitting on bath’s edge,
feet dangling in water,
me kneeling between.

taking your right foot,
tickling the slippery toes,
kissing on each one.

repeating with left,
this time nibbling on the toes,
sucking them deeply.

caressing upward,
massaging ankles and calves,
way up to the knees.

pushing knees apart,
my touch continues upward,
up over your thighs.

sliding around them,
then fingers move back on top,
my soft lips follow.

caressing your balls,
weighing them in cupping hands,
sucking upon each.

my tongue exploring,
running all over roundness,
as cock knocks on head.

so hard and erect,
small fingers wrapping around,
as my eyes inspect

touch finger to tip,
smooth juices over the head,
making it glisten.

lowering my head,
inhaling the musk of you,
before my lips brush.

my tongue encircles,
tasting that seeping essence,
rolling all over.

tongue sliding on you,
your cock pushing against it,
as tip probes the slit.

seeking more essence,
sucking hard to draw some out,
as mouth envelopes.

finger start to play,
caressing around the balls,
then between cheeks stray.

making you shudder,
as mouth sucks you in deeper,
fingers come back up.

head bending forward,
taking your flesh inch by inch,
tongue rolling round you.

taking all I can,
lips wrapping tightly around,
enjoying fullness.

swivelling my head,
moving it this way and that,
as slick tongue flickers.

lowering your hands,
so fingers knot in dense hair,
deep breathing quickens.

so fully aware,
of how much you love my mouth,
and what it can do.

grabbing your buttocks,
pulling your body closer,
as head starts to bob.

slowly to start with,
sliding up and down on shaft,
hand gripping the base.

tongue swirls over crown,
as my mouth rises right up,
then sucks you back in.

deep into the throat,
thrusting hips driving your cock,
as momentum builds.

swelling even more,
as those balls start to tighten,
in warmth of my hand.

my mouth descending,
meeting hips thrusting forward,
taking you deeper.

faster and faster,
my head bobbing up and down,
frantic fingers stroke.

harder and harder,
thrusting cock as head descends,
needs become urgent.

groans filling the air,
as your release fills my mouth,
giving such pleasure.

drinking it all down,
milking you to that last drop,
leaving both sated.

Fever Of My Need

when dark eyes luster, with the fever of my need,
and fingers, the soft plumpness of large breasts knead,
for I’ve shed that black nightdress, which did impede,
so you can feast upon yearning flesh, with naked greed,
opening my thighs, to encourage you to proceed,
kissing downward from the belly, at such languid speed,
over smooth silky mound, of blonde hair totally freed,
to where my arousal is so very easy to read,
for the glistening of swollen lips does not mislead,
nor does the emergence of that sensitive bead,
sly tongue in making passions rise higher, does succeed,
and for you to take me now, lips frantically plead,
but continuing your torment, paying me no heed,
till flesh trembles from that orgasmic stampede,
and I lay quivering, as waves rise and recede,
until finally I reach for my ardent steed,
and in letting me mount you, happily accede.