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Orgasmic Bliss final installment of Sweet Honey



                                       “Orgasmic Bliss”

I lay you down on your back so that I may stare into your eyes
Slowly I begin to make love to you in a more sensual way
Kissing your lips, your neck, your breasts, and your ears
Hearing you moan as I make love to the most beautiful woman in the world

You start to move your hips thrusting them towards me 
Trying to get my entire length in your welcoming vagina
I push forward trying to give you what you want as I bottom out
Our lips meet as our tongues become entangled driven with pure lust

I break our kiss just for a moment so that I can look into your hazel eyes
They open then close with each thrust forward into you
You are so beautiful I am unwilling to take my blue eyes off of yours
No longer having lustful sex rather making love passionately

You begin to thrust even harder into me and I can feel you getting close
Your tightness around my tool let’s me know you are getting close
I too can feel my balls tighten and my hips move faster to match your thrusts
Without warning we both explode in orgasmic bliss as you release your sweet honey


Copyright © Brian Stoaks | Year Posted 2015


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Smoke alarm- a true story

 A long tale, so grab a drink.

Dateline, Tuesday, August 30th 2016.

They had a clear-out where I used to work 
with heaps of office junk for getting rid,
the usual stuff in cardboard boxes lurked
old staplers, cookie jars with broken lids.

We salvaged anything that could be used,
the biros, Sellotape and stationery,
time was tight, we couldn't pick and choose
just rummaged quick for useful things that be.

Well buried at the bottom, out of sight
an object that we very nearly missed
caught my eye with a tiny blinking light
of red upon a large round plastic disc.

On digging out this big white UFO
inspection showed it was a smoke alarm,
in fully working order and then so
I took it home, there didn't seem much harm.

It languished in my shed and gathered dust
although with good intentions I had meant
to install it one day, I really must,
but to the back of my mind that thought went.

Until this morning.....

A chirping sound had roused me from my sleep
just one, every few seconds, loud and clear,
the cat ,arching his back ,hissed at the beeps
loud enough now for neighbours all to hear.

I found the long lost disc  wrapped in a cloth,
no battery to take out, the unit sealed,
so left it, later it would feel my wrath
and under my lump hammer it would yield.

And so, today, the execution date
it lay upon the slabs in my back yard
one plaintive beep before it met it's fate
as with both hands I bought hammer down hard.

To say things didn't go as I expect,
is quite an understatement, at the least
since all the blows I rained had no effect
and sad white little disc became the beast.

The beep became one non-stop high pitch squeal
the volume almost making my ears bleed
the neighbours came out  shouting “what's the deal?”
off ran the cat, now that was all I need.

Repeating my attempts proved just futile
it carried on, and I was tiring out
dogs nearby started barking for a while
people asking what the fuss was all about.

Now centre of attention in the street
and cursing now the day that I had found it
into the kitchen I beat a retreat
and got a bowl of water where I drowned it.
It stopped the lights and noise immediately-
but not before electrocuting me.
My hair is up on end and ain't come down
a bit like Statue of Liberty's crown.

So if you think junk you find needs a home,
If I were you, I'd leave it well alone.




Copyright © Viv Wigley | Year Posted 2016


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4x4

Life is like a four wheel drive
Mud and sand and things bogging you down
Kick it to low and take your time to strive
Than put it in over drive to go to town

Hills and rocks blocking your path way 
Just take it slow Wont bottom out
Your looking for a better day
 don't waste your time to shout

Just kick in four wheel drive
And keep up your chin
Thats when you feel alive
And you cant wait to take the rough road again


Copyright © nita martin | Year Posted 2007


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This Day and Age shorten version due to limit of characters allowed

When time see blind spots & we don't care to remember bad periods in life that got D best of us.Due to choices reckless and carefree, forgetting is what many attempt to do yet we jeopardize repeating D actions when those situations creep bck into our paths by not acknowledging D fouls of our wrongs.Seeing D error to grow by way of confronting D raw truth of D pain baring D hurt until it heal seems better.Mending D scars to move on wiser and stronger with confidence to face D consequences of all personal choices head on with no excuses.Tip toeing around D blame, who, and what is responsible for our repeated sins of our own liking no other know except us don't seem right.Those we have D habit of doing and acting on and is an infatuation we can't control and hard to deny in the presence of our creator. Who is aware of D desires of all hearts.By experience we learn guilt is not D solution, confessing and trying better is my personal remedy.So many broken promises I will not do it agains till I tier confess to Lord God I'm going hard and all in.My way of bumping my head until I ruin bottom out.Get sick and tired, enough of that sin I'm over stuffed on it.It's meaningless to keep doing it to myself I'm well fed.In come D better options sent through angels walking with us on our quest.Made up honest minds obtain D alternative directions we seek.Giving way to D grace of believers faith in a righteous source of love greater than any of humanity can measure or comprehend.Keeping faith that all D answers will be there on time as D Creator is D apha, omega, beginning, and D end.Wisdom, mysterious steps, order of events happen cause what's wise and feasible to D physicality of mankind is simple as taking effortless breath to Lord God.Who cause D breath automatically to give life and health to all who inhale and exhale daily.With little thought or appreciation from D perception, amazement of it being easy, painless, effortless till it's not and problems occur.Then we acknowledge we need D Creator when mankind has no cure....Stay prayed up and blessed even if it's hard to believe D Creator knows why and hear us when we cry; with grace, flawless spirit, & angels. True faithful legend of saints are there when D tears dry and confidence replace D pain with all D endurance of all those before and after us who will overcome and have overcame.Draw breath knowing that resurrection is real.Bck to joy and D fulfilling enjoyable activities of life This day and Age.Enjoy!!!!


Copyright © Michael Thomas | Year Posted 2018