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Written by: Piquet Tag(s): Consensual Sex, Male / Female Teens Behold, all around you; Eyes eloquent but mute, Searching, staring, longing, Unable to refute Their consuming hunger, The undying fire That burns and keeps on burning In the prison called Desire! Each night somewhere they gather, The so-called unattached And there rehearse in silence The lies that they have hatched. With restful ease abandoned And cool disinterest feigned, With laughter simulated And courage unattained. Victims of doubt and anguish, They choke upon the rope Bound tight to them by fear, The enemy of hope. Yet still each night they gather For while the fires burn They reach the river thirsty; Drink not and must return. Then, one night, he sees her And soon she meets his eye, Instantly deciding, “Yeah, I could fuck this guy.” His mates all laugh and stir him But they couldn’t with for more. When he leaves with her they yell, “Oi, the bastard’s gonna score!” A short walk from the dance floor To where a shadow’s cast, Against a dusty brick wall- A relic of the past. Hands swiftly find employment, She ventures down below And gasps with expectation For he has begun to grow. He holds her head and marvels At the softness of her hair Then finds her lips and savours The tightness he finds there. Full and red they glisten Like a forest flower; Lips that say, “I want you, I’m ready to devour.” His muscles strain, her teeth clench With each thrusting stroke; Roll your eyes back baby And the deity invoke! She breathes the cold air deeply And feels her body surge, Tingle, heave and rattle As he brings her to the verge. “Come!” The serpent beckons, “I swear to set you free From that irksome shackle – Responsibility! Far from fear and burden, Out on my astral plane, Lost in the firmament, Safe from the demon pain!” At last a word is spoken, A sacred, solemn word, Distinct and oft repeated But little more than heard. They sigh but not in sorrow Though loss shall be their lot And by this time tomorrow Tonight shall be forgot. Their eyes shall join those others That stare out of the gloom; The famished and the weary That haunt each smoky room, Longing for but a moment To quell the raging fire That burns the heart to ashes In the furnace of desire! You might like one of the following stories: The Collar 8(23 minutes)Science Fiction - Bestiality, Male Domination, Mind Control, Virginity Finally, an end? Sandy Play FFM Part 1(<10 minutes)True Story - Cheating, Office, Voyeur This story crosses over with the Lisa E series. A slow burn story of many parties chatting with petite gorgeous Sandy, who is doing a slow burn of her own. Sissy and Michelle Part Z - Mrs Simons or Lulu 3(13 minutes)Fiction - Anal, Bi-sexual, Cheating, Group Sex, Male / Females, Swallow, Threesome Lulu is finally released and free to play with me any way she wants. Turns out she wants every way. SEXUAL ENTERTAINMENT WITH ANOTHER WOMAN(<10 minutes)True Story - Ass to mouth, Bi-sexual, Blowjob, Consensual Sex, Erotica, Exhibitionism, Female exhibitionist, Hardcore, Lesbian, Male / Females, Masturbation, Oral Sex, Threesome, Voyeur “You keep reminding me, another man is a threat, another woman is entertainment. With most of the men we have had or shared, you were the threat when they sighted your thick, nine-inch erection. And you were the entertainment for most of the women we have had or shared.” I WANT MY MAN TO WATCH ME HAVE A TEEN AGE BOY(<10 minutes)True Story - Blowjob, Boy, Consensual Sex, Cuckold, Erotica, Exhibitionism, Female Domination, Female exhibitionist, Male / Older Female, Males / Female, Masturbation, Older Female / Males, Oral Sex, Voyeur, Written by women I have a tacit agreement with my man that I can please and be pleased sexually by another man around once a month. This month I want to have, am going to have, a teen age boy. | ||||