knew when I saw your eyes across the room that we would
share a bed this evening. We both came from out of town,
attending a boring business convention in a hotel conference
room. And then our eyes met as if by accident, unleashing
ten thousand years of hidden animal secrets.
always love it when I know I'm gonna score.
bar. Demon jazz. Hot whisky splashed over cool rocks.
Fresh cocktails and stale peanuts. Soft laughter, seductively
arched eyebrows. Dirty suggestions, foul innuendos. Yeah,
I'm married, too, but who cares? What they don't know
won't hurt 'em! Carpe diem! We finish our drinks,
swallow a couple of pain pills, buy some paper towels,
and retire to your hotel room to order a few porno movies
on the TV.
tell me all about your childhood and then remove your
clothes. You look approvingly at my tattoos and piercings,
and I at yours. My wolflike eyes appraise the sensuous
garlic-bulb shape of your hips. Your shaven pubis resembles
the finest Cornish hen ready for its "stuffing." Your
mammoth breasts are a twin pair of football-stadium domes,
the fullest nippled flower of your womanhood. Your shrublike
hair bears the exotic tropical scents of a really good
shampoo and conditioner. The aroma that billows from 'tween
your legs is not so bad that I can't handle it.
"We are sex-positive,
of this we are positive."
tongues lock together like warring octopus arms. Your
frail, understanding hands massage muscles I didn't know
I had. My toes curl with erotic tension. We push and grunt
and throw each other around the room. Like a sleeping
warrior, my maleness awakes and shakes off its slumber.
You run your hungry tongue over the most sensitive areas
of my penis such as the corona and the frenulum. You nibble
on my manhood with the finesse of a professional fellatio-giver,
being careful not to bite it. When you stimulate my testicles,
I feel tempted to scream with pleasure.
gently lick the run in your stocking. Your anus puckers
as if winking at me. Your well-lubricated vulva beckons
me to enter it. You dig your long, catlike fingernails
into my muscular ass and mount me like you're the tire
and I'm the axle. My cock is a veiny slab of dumb, probing
instinct. Your vagina is a whirlpool of tangled emotions,
churning, straining, yearning to be set free as I plop
my massive rod within you.
cock is now at full size, all seventeen and a half inches
of it. To say my cock is diamond-hard would be unfair,
because diamonds are far softer than this. You gasp as
I first enter you, but enter you I must. I knock down
your door like a DEA battering ram.
vagina gobbles up my cock like a hairy, toothless mouth
giving me a blow job. I'm in you, in your heart, between
your legs. Daddy's little girl and mommy's little boy
are doing something nasty, and the priests and nuns better
not find out, or we're both gonna get a spanking. I drill
your viscous hole like Jed Clampett seeking to strike
some Black Gold, some Texas Tea. You ride me with the
aplomb of the most seasoned bronco-buster as I lovingly
rub whipped cream and strawberry marmalade on your smiling
nipples. Our desperate bodies smack together with the
sound of someone slapping a dead trout against a wooden
sweat rolls from your body like hot Jamaican rain off
a tin shack. You suddenly jerk back your neck with whiplash
ferocity and howl with pleasure, disappearing into a milky
white ocean of my cum. You have a million orgasms which,
like invisible angels, would all fit on the head of a
I cum, I shoot my soul into you. My sperm and my spirit
now inhabit you. We become one and melt into that strange
night. Futuristic lovers teetering over an erotic horizon.
Yin and yang, entwined. Plus and minus, reconciled. Plug
and socket, feeding electricity to one another. We are
sex-positive, of this we are positive.
there's a difference between making love and fucking,
but for now we can't tell.