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 πŸ™βž°β€οΈ

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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Tell Me, little girl Β ~ Β a duetΒ 

Is My little girl ready to play
Shush, that was not a question
Sit in your chair across from Mine
Spreads your legs and look into My eyes
Use your fingers to pet…you’re already wet
Moist and swollen, glistening lips
I see you’ve been playing without Me
What is that called?
Tell Me, little girl.

Sir, it’s called lack of attention and
Sweet affection. It’s called your work
Is important and while I understand,
Yet I’m left with the remnants of your time
It’s called I need you to be here with me
To connect with me, fully
I have too much energy to keep bottled up
It is my desire to share it with you

Building trust is the foundation of love
The way we behave and feel to speak of
But control is in My hands, not yours
Show Me how you pleasured yourself
Start off slow and work it up
Dig down deep, let juices weep
To release, letting it flow
Now Stop, how does that feel?
Tell Me, little girl.

It feels like a path I’ve traced
in searching, longing, waiting
It feels like a deep aching
longing to be fulfilled by you
It feels like a wildfire that threatens to
consume me, you, this chair, this room
Touching myself keeps my fire at bay
while you are away at work or play

The distance W/we have has a line
It’s cord woven in trust to hold
The bond W/we have as one
If you let go of an end
To give yourself freedom
Is freedom alone the idea of love?
Can two survive if one drifts off?
Would you be happier without Me?
Tell Me, little girl.

no, Sir, not happier without you
no, Sir, I don’t want us to part
Yet, there are deep needs for
my beast within to be fed
Trust me, it’s best to keep her
Hunger at bay lest she wander
Seeking relief during night & day
I hope you agree, without delay

The thought of you alone has Me bound
Off to face real life struggles found
Outside of a place I yearn to be
The thought of you playing free without Me
Drives insane, My mental state
All around, all I see, is you
The thought of you, unbound
What would it mean to be free?
Tell Me, little girl.

Sir, I do not wish to be free of you
While you are gone, my life is so plain
Your work, your play take you away all day
Chores, children, need my attention, oft a bore
My relief, respite, my freedom from boredom
Is to think of you and what you will do
When you finally return home to me
Some days you retire, too tired for my needs
Some days it is just better for me to take care of me.

to be continued…

written by ~ Tiffany & Ax

The pleasure once again is mine. Another collaboration with the talented and lovely Tiffany at SexShadows
Please visit her and enjoy her sensuous stories and poems. Mixed in you’ll find a place you can feel at ease, as you absorb her offerings. Truly a gift from a lovely heart.

Thank you Tiffany, so much for this honour πŸ™β€οΈ

A One Night Stand ~ a duet

I’m incomplete, still creating a masterpiece
Lady in red, stripping down to garters, stockings and heels
She turns and smiles a sapphire smile
Her eyes light up with a devils glow
Brings a rise between my thighs
Glowing grace to my face
Bare to the bone, she pours oil on my soul…

I’m a masterpiece, still incomplete
Man in black, stalking me like a hound in heat
I turn around, and I see that wicked smile.
I know he is making love to me in his mind
His eyes light up with a knowing glow
He tears me apart as I rip him out
Until only our pieces remain on the floor…

Impact, colliding trains force a shake
Head to head engines on the same track
Pushing forward, giving ground
Screeching moans lubed up pistons pound
Whistles blowing, steam rising
Hands and mouths exploring
Drinking in wine fermented in carnal sin…

Collision inevitable, impact undeniable
head to toe, tongues seeking searching
Hands berserk, shadows screaming
Sticky fingers, dripping with desire
Whistles loud, steam burning
Shaking every pore, every fiber
Drinking the elixir from the well of pure sin…

Locking limbs, loins afire
Swollen angel full to ire
Melting flesh that burns so much
The feel of such from lustful touch
To have you now, fill your hole
The urge to invade whole
Muscles flex with every thrust given…

your hunger to eat me alive
The beast in you survived
I ain’t no angel you see
So have your way with me
My urge to take you whole
Inside this throbbing core
Come now, let’s release…

A moment like this is to savour
The flavour fusing juices
A final taste of a one night stand
Mouth to your back your ass in my hand
Rimming your cocoa dollop
Lapping, watching your eyes light up
The sweetness of fine creamy chocolate…

Savour me all you can, boy
Take out your kinkiest toy
I’ll show ya my unseen porn
One night stand, daylight I’ll be gone
But, don’t you stop yet, I’m not done
Get honking with that horn
Let’s hear you scream, bring it on…

Forced to wall with a bite to your neck
Sidestep your legs and spread your cheeks
This will be one to remember
As my weapon attacks, your body surrenders
Bulbous head, blooms through petals pouch
A surge that implodes two sides of the globe
Screams of β€œeat me” said in words like these…

Holler up, Honker down
Raging boner in my glistening crown
Slide it in, slide it out
Bruise my lips, swell my pout
Harder you go, deeper I take
Lemme show show ya, I don’t fake
Surrender to me, let’s not stop….

A stallions stride, fist full of your flowing mane
Bucking crazy, sweat dripping insane
Squirting gushing, puddles flooding
Sweet Madame Blue, begging
Revving engines humming deep in the red
The needle scorching past 200
The whiz from the wind has them howling…

Musky mustang, striding stallion
Running free, running wild, potent passion
Irresistible pulchritude locked in heat
Hormones rushing, head to feet
Acidic Sire Red, Begging release after release
Shoving harder, Sweet Madame Blue, to please
Supernova explosion, dead drop, essence fuse……

written by Nandita & Ax

I have heard that the spices from India are the best in the world. I have had the pleasure of sampling those spices in the form of a poetess that glows by the name Manan Unleashed but to us all she is Lady Nandita. A seductress who uses words to seduce mind, body and soul. If by chance you do not know Dita. Make your way over and explore this ladys mastery of the exotic kind. Link Here To Blog

thank you for a wild ride. this one tired me out. your approach is breathtaking how easily your words flow. magical is all I can say. thank you again for this gift to share a page πŸ™β€οΈ