Fondle and Suckle


Covered in honeys dew
From dipping in and out
Rotating round and about
Pressed to flesh, stuck like glue

Grazing cock, shimmies free
Second fiddle, to the middle finger
Swirling the nub, sensations linger
Flowing wet, glistening pussy

A dive so deep, the sea bucked
A wave as high
A tsunamis cry
A rolling surf, about to get fucked

Not before a taste of her own
Pungent sweet
Merrily treat
Fragrant elegance sewn

A whisper commands to suck
Tongue tingles
Fluid mingles
Pop goes the weasels nut

Tapping below with a drummers beat
Blinding stare
Inhaling air
Craving the taste of his hard meat

Licks it dry, up from the knuckle
Twirls around
Going down
To fondle and suckle

Ax

The Power of Imagination

  
Near to the point of scalding, water running
Glides over flesh, head to toe, wet and soaping
Thoughts exploding in his head
Recalls her form, laying on the bed
Rise it does just ever so slightly
Trickling water flowing over spritely
Swelling girth, bobbing tip to bulge
Flexing muscles, throbbing cock to large
Her vision invades, spreading her legs
Ass in the air, a pounding she begs
Mimic the hips to grind
Between her thighs do find
Her golden pot, waiting to fuck
She whispers “In my ass” a buzz
It jolts, springs to a salute
At attention, straight as a flute
Crown to rim, circles before going in
Slides down to tease her clit
His breathing quickens
Toes curl gripping tiles squeaking
The image of penetrating
With every thrust stimulating
The urge encapsulating
Deep from within erupting
The power of imagination
A shower of masturbation

Ax

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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Thank you M’Bliss๐Ÿ™โžฐโค๏ธ

King and Queen of Hearts ~ a duet

   
Saturday night poker and the stakes are high
It’s a winner take all in a two card draw
Face to face as stern as the King and Queen are
Dressed to impress for the boudoir
The butler shuffles the cards
Hands out 5, all facing down
The King using one to shovel up his
The Queen lets them stay where they are

She shows a brief smile, the King catches on
No need to look, thatโ€™s not how she plays
Sheโ€™s never been scared of a wager
Win or lose, she pays it no matter
She knows by the end of this seething night
They will both be writhing in pleasure
The only thought is to who is on top
The Queen winks and places her dare

The kingโ€™s left breathless, his heart beating fast
She didn’t look, how can he analyze her mood?
If she won’t show her tell or is she bluffing
She opens with a whip, he counters with his cane
They both now know, this is no game
“How many cards my queen?โ€ he says
“None my king, I’ll play with these.โ€
A cough sneeks out, with a shake, his head blurred

He takes 2 cards, the next bet is hers
She still doesnโ€™t peek, and that has him unnerved
He fumbles with his cards but lays them down
When upon the table, a length of rope is thrown
His breath rushes out, his desire flares
To feel the scratch of rough fibers biting his skin
Itโ€™s a game she knows he loves and hates to win
Now itโ€™s up to him, bet or fold?

Should he let her have him, do as heโ€™s told?
She hasn’t looked, not once, very bold
Staring at three kings in his hand
He places her favourite strap-on, on the table
She raises her eyes, the light creates a fire
Her fingers inch towards her cards
Should she peek before calling her bet?
The one thing he’s been after to get

She whispers a name that arouses the King
Heโ€™s in town, maybe just for the night
โ€œHe said he wants to play, my dear.โ€
The King suppresses a shudder
His mind crawls with unending pleasure
He almost misses the nudge of the Queen
Itโ€™s now time to pony up or drop out
One more look and he throws his cards down

โ€œIโ€™m out! Letโ€™s see what you got!โ€
โ€œMy King, when you fold, you give up the right.โ€
โ€œThe sceptre is yours, my Queen, am humbled to serve.โ€
He strips to flesh and wraps a leather kilt
He twitches, as the Queen attaches nipple clamps
She licks his face and purrs in his ear
A feline roar escapes her breath saying
You are my bitch tonight

She leads the way to a waiting chamber
Picks up her whip as she goes
The Kingโ€™s eyes sparkle with lust
He gives it as good as he gets
Tonight, the crown belongs to the Queen
Heโ€™ll submit to her every request
And now with another man to play
They will both be down on their knees

Side by side their burning scent rises
Manly odour filling nostrils
Semen oozes a trickle that upsets
The Queen is not pleased with her pets
Side by side, doggie down
Arms stretched out in front
A crack of the whip, splits the air between
It sparks to ignite her fiery reign

Painted in lines, highlighting her wrath
Both men shiver in wicked delight
Pain is their ultimate pleasure tonight
After ten stripes, she rolls them over
They lock eyes and exchange heated glances
Each one lingering on hard, dripping places
The Queen smiles as she sees their reaction
โ€œClean him up!โ€ she directs, โ€œUse your tongue!โ€

Pointing to her King while the Queen grabs a toy
The king pushes the man down on his back
Running his tongue up, from this scrumptious sack
The tongue swirls round head, a finger in his ass
The man sees his Queen with a strap-on, on
She says a word, the busy king moans a yes
The scent of lubrication an aphrodisiacs seduction
Tip of the cock, lays ready by the rim, The Queen pushes in

The King groans in rippling pleasure
As inch by inch, he is impaled
His eyes roll back, now full at both ends
Moans muffled by the cock in his mouth
He sucks as the Queen fucks his ass
Unrelenting, long slow strokes
Mimicked by his lips and tongue
He aches to come but needs the consent of the Queen

All pistons pumping, the Queen wraps around
To grasp the Kings swollen sceptre
Gaping hole, his mouth dripping sex
With each stroke the Queen strikes
The edge comes to life as if the sun rose high
And commands their release at once
A trifecta that would please Her Grace
As she spreads her legs with a take me face

She pulls the King to her mouth, pushes the other one down
With sex on his breath, the King whispers his love
He drinks in her cries from the otherโ€™s masterful tongue
His turn now, with his own swollen crown
To claim back the Queen for his kingdom
Their bodies join, no match for their hearts
Her fingers clutch, she rides rivers of lust
And screams out his name when she comes

a collaboration ~ written by ~ VictoryInTrouble & Ax

image found on google

This collaboration was a fun one, hot damn, yes it was….

another duet ha! i made a comment that I’ve become a duet slut, the reply was, you are not a slut, you’re a cheap whore BaHahaha……..fucking awesome ๐Ÿ™

Vic, thank you for writing with me. Got to play poker, tease and scheme and the Queen came up on top, but like you said, in the end, everyone is happy ๐Ÿ˜œ
and speaking of, love your ending here.

Friends, please visit Vic at VictoryInTrouble
surf through, you will find a treasure.

In The Throes Of Lust

  
Single malt, running smooth
Heating up the inside
Taste buds dance
To the flow of scotch
Running over moss

It paints a picture
Visions in his head
All the wants
That’s whispered
Past lips as said

He can break apart
The pulls from the heart
So it leads to conquer
But weakens to one and it comes
From the dark side of lust

A light will show his lines
They curve and swirl his flesh
That covers the bones that stand erect
A twitching nervous system
Electrified by thoughts exploding in his head

Every breath he takes
Fuels the urge to consume
The nectar of the gods
Drunk from flowing silver goblets
Laid out on golden platters

Minstrels play to soothe the heart
Plucking those same strings
Now strung on a ivory harp
Set between thighs of milky white
Her fingers, tingle, as they mingle

Curling them strums arousal
The senses rouse
As they endeavour to devour
The taste of her
Flower

Chambers warmed by glowing fire
Feather stuffed pillows thrown about
St Peters Cross
Front and centre
Walls of stone with hanging shackles

Scented candles burn
Of jasmine myrrh
Inhaled the herb
Packed in a bowl
Releasing urges

Naked in the light
She sees his beauty
Half exposed
But it’s the other In the dark
She is after

Kneeling at his feet
In taking that which is sweet
To her lips and tongue
Filling her mouth
With his staff of life

The beginning of a night
That will turn the world
From light to dark
Enveloped
In the throes of lust

Ax

Served In Bed


the misty night cools the air
it fills with desire, a fire that conspires
the thought of carnal lust, a warmth it starts
dances beneath the moon, the sound of a loon, croons

Flooded by candles and moonlights glow
Shadow movements fill the room
Waves on walls dance to a tune
Silhouettes of two, making love as one

The heat of the night, ignites
Pushing the coolness to rise
Up it goes, as does she, against the wall
Spooning as they say, in a way, standing tall

Her forehead softly presses her shadow
His kisses trail, down her neck soft and slow
Sending shivers, that can spark lightning from clouds
To strike the ground and make it rumble, loud

With every bolt, that shoots from the sky
His thrusts penetrate going deep and high
Stretched up to stand on her toes
The arches set in a perfect pose

Hair tossled about covering her eyes
A veil made of silk, spun from a spiders spi*
Its venomous bite, laced with a lustful taste
It begins to rain, the drops land hard, in haste

Rounds and rounds, like a machinegun pounds
Vibrating a storm, that assalts to the core
Growing moans, echo the sex that is goung on
On and on and on, a war, worth fighting for

A battle between man and woman
To the victor, go the spoils
The one who orgasms first
Must serve the other, in bed

Thoughts exploding in his head
Caressing every inch of her flesh
Searching for the spot that can make her flop
Relinquishing control to her mouth

Falls to her knees, licking his belly
Her chin measures his shaft along her neck
Eyes wide, at the idea of deepthroating his cock
A spit on the tip and down she goes

Palms on the wall, embracing its support
As she sucks, slurps and jerks
She really wants it bad
That breakfast, served in bed

Ax