The Office Visit: A Bucket List Installment ~ Duet

another checked off a list
what’s next? Gotta wait for August.

Thank you again and again M’Bliss, playing in your sandbox is so much fun. Now that I have my very own private office at work, you can imagine where my thoughts have been 😈

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The Bucket List ~ His Night ~ (check)


Black suit, white shirt, shoes with an onyx shine
Silk straight tie that ripples as light reflects lines
An occasion that requires to be dressed to the nines
A check, off the list that was once so taboo, it was a crime
His Night, shared with his wife, wearing a strap on and smile

It’s her turn to drive off-road and she’s calling all the shots
Her orders executed with precision, a stretch, to make him hot
A public statement, a sexy dominatrix determined to top
She adjusts to the power and feel of her glorious, long cock
Tonight they’d be getting off once his cherry-ring popped

She eyes her man, standing tall, dark and handsome
As quick as a wink, was told to discard the Boss, fashion
A Chippendale moment, she oiled and stroked her phalanx
The fire burning inside her, heats the rubbers passion
Prepping to lube up his butt, to take her dominating accession

Switched, what started out as play is no longer a game
Fingers buried in the hair at his nape, pulled in for a taste
Tongue probing, molding, stroking making a claim
A gasp, a breath, his body sways, she took his words away
The façade protecting his ass would never be the same

The command to turn over, just like rover, would do simple
Doggie down, ass in the air, she notices his, Mars dimples
A lick from the tip, along his shaft, kissing the balls, her nose tingles
Taking in his manly scent, reaching the crest, she sizzles
At attention, holding her rubber cock, she begins to wiggle

Loins rocking with burning emotion on their own accord
Instinctually, her tongue quickly darts out to further explore
Primal musky flavor that has her stabbing at his core
Drool and spit, fingers slip, building overwhelming adore
Open and ready he accepts the tip and begs for more

Surging sphincter, a rush, rushing forward on
Tingling his cocks head, as hers penetrates in
Slippery slope, soapy suds, the joy foaming sin
The ride from behind, her smile forms a devilish grin
His Night, as she fucks his ass from up top

It’s His Night, and for her alone he gives it all to her
Meeting thrusts where pain and pleasure start to blur
Nestled deep in his seat she grinds into a slow wind
Pouring wine then a reach around to squeeze his vine
Dry from behind saying, “Your ass was always mine”

written by ~ Wetbliss and Ax. 

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I hope you enjoyed this romp. A new addition to our bucket list series.
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A talented and beautiful soul. Her pen can peel clothes off in a flash and draw the desire that comes naturally. i am honoured to call her my friend. to have had the pleasure to write with and hope to continue on.

M’Bliss, thank you yet again. Bowing 🙏➰❤️

The Bucket List Series: #2 ~ A Duet with Ax

From a coffee shop back alley to the sky above land and sea. This couple checking off a list made up of sensuous lust and love.
I hope you enjoy this next installment. I wonder what’s next for Mr and Mrs Smith. Stay tuned for next months adventure.
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The Bucket List Series  ~  1  ~  a duet

  
A barista frothing, swirling sounds of mothers milk
The steam churning a whirlpool of lush cream
A lady in waiting feels a tingle, one a vibrator signals
Fidgeting, she turns her head and sees a dream
Six feet two, in Armani blue, hands in his pockets
Eyes bright, as shooting rockets
Her breath escapes, he inhales
Her lips part, he smiles
Shall we take it to go?
She nods to a door that leads to an alley below

Customers passed, guiding hand above her ass
Never looking back, a inconspicuous sip
Against nervous lips, down the stairs into humid air
Heart racing, anticipation of a torrid affair
Ready to come undone the caffeine’s done
Tossed cups, mouths crush, pushed up
Against the wall as sighs fall
Skirt hikes on top of thighs
His fingers slip under as hers unzips
Riding his digits she pumps in a tight fist

He tastes her on his fingers, mingling with espresso
Tongues her mouth, to mix in her caramel macchiato
As she catches the scent of her own natural beauty
He spreads her legs and dives down below
Pressed against wall and railing, her flower blooms
Looking up at a beautiful blue morning sky
Standing up, raising one leg, he enters slow, at first
Building up speed, his buttocks flexes hard
Thrusting high and deep, she muffles moans meek
Letting out shouts when it hits that fucking g-spot

She begins to spout as he swallows her sounds
Filling withdrawal symptoms, dipping in and out
Energy courses through their bloodstream
A double-shot stimulant of raw carnality
The best way to wake up is with mounting lust,
Foldgers can’t compare to the heady aroma in the air
Shared between full bodies that brew incessantly
Legs wrapped around waist he deeply percolates
Spewing and sputtering until the last drop drained
Slipping off she skims the froth on his cock, for a taste

Stirring sensations, a full and robust French press
A dollop of cream and a whisper of cinnamon
The buzz in their heads erupts a caffeines rush
Eyes staring into eyes of a special one
From a kiss, as gentle as the rain in spring, she whispers…
“I love you, and all the things you do for me. For us.”
She buries her head in his chest, they catch their breath
Arms wrap tightly in a hug then she begins to giggle
He asks what’s so funny, and grinds his hips a little
She says, I’m sorry, the front of your pants are a mess

a collaboration, written by ~ Wetbliss and Ax ~

it is always a pleasure when I get to write with Wetbliss Press Here for Link to Blog
She is a favorite of mine going back to day one on my journey through this magical land called wordpress. Her poetry is exquisite. Her style has the grace of a Lady and the passion of a Seductress. A poetess, poet, a slinger of exotic, erotic words who can spin to the dark and shine a light to soften the heart.
Please, if you have never been to Wetland…..get over there and be blissed.
Peace.

Thank you M’Bliss. for your friendship and support 🙏❤️

Antony

I hope you enjoy the series…..