The Cuck Outta Luck (by Poetic Pervert....meaning not me.) :)

She wore a white shirt that was not meant for him!

She did crazy things on the spur, on a whim!

Her nipples protruding through shirt nice and tight!

Thing One and Thing Two! They were quite a sight!

The cuck outta luck on his knees looking up!

He wondered what size! He wondered what cup!

Irrelevant matters to cuck outta luck,

who ne'er got to touch them, who rare got to fuck...

Vanessa smiled down, and said, "Look at you!

I do think you like my Thing One and Thing Two!

But They are not part of My lesson today,

a lesson I like to call "I'll Make You Gay!"

Or a sissy, a faggot, or something akin...

Okay, cuck unlucky, it's time to begin!

You know you want it! Admit it! Step one!

You think you're so het'ro! That's what makes this fun!

Your slow transformation! My skillful design!

Don't want to admit it just yet? That is fine.

You'll have to admit some day before long!

Hard to deny with a mouth stuffed with Dong!

I'll teach you to do it! Yes, I'll be your guide!

The first thing I'll teach you is mouth open wide!

And then the next steps would behoove you to follow:

Breathe through your nose! Swallow-swallow-swallow!

 

But that's not the focus of this exercise!

One which may come to you as a surprise...

I don't think you're schooled in the slang or the term...

One that, for the most part, doesn't not involve sperm!

At least not at first! Yes, not for a while!

You said that you wanted to see my soul smile?

Waxing poetic, said that was your mission?

Okay! This will do it! The price of admission!

And not just my soul! Why, I'll do you proud!

A smile on my face! And laughing out loud!

Enough of this talking! This lesson is dragging!

It's time to teach you this thing called "tea bagging"?

What does that mean? I'm glad that you asked!

cuck outta luck, here's with what you are tasked!

Oh, wait, I'll just show! Hang on! I'll be back!"

And come back She did with Her hung Bull in tow!

How big was his cock? He had no way to know...

He guessed near 8 inches, as best he could tell!

Was hard to judge till it started to swell...

She told the Bull, "Sit on the edge of this chair."

Unlucky, below, saw a dangling pair

of nuts, nuts, nuts, NUTS! So loudly She laughed!

He thought, "How the hell did this lesson She craft!?"

But that was Vanessa! Her creative mind!

Unlucky, as always was one step behind...

She stood up north, unlucky stayed south

His head She positioned, said "Open your mouth!"

Her Bull dipped his balls into this warm, moist hole!

Vanessa, hands still on his head, in control,

said, "Aww, unlucky, I do think You're learning!

See on my face this smile that You're earning?!

My Bull gets to sit, while you do the work!"

He thought, "That's no smile! By gawd, that's a smirk!"

His open-mouthed head She moved up and down,

with smirk or a smile! (It sure weren't a frown!)

"See? Like a teabag in your mouth it slips!

The balls drop inside, and you close your lips!

 You slide the balls out! Keep firm, gentle pressure!

We'll do this again! You'll need a refresher!

Your mouth the cup! His balls the "tea bag"!

Perhaps not a faggot, but damn sure a fag!

Faggot comes later! You don't cum at all!

Look at you go! You're having a ball!

Well, having two balls! That's easy to see!

Ho ho ho ho and hee hee hee hee!

Bobbing and bouncing and weaving and ducking!

I want you to give Him a sound scrotal fucking!

While you're doing that, I think I will sit

on top of His cock! See my swollen clit?

You get the smile! He gets the Pussy!

He is the Bull! You are the wussy!

God that feels good! Did you hear me gasp?!

8 inches? Hell, yes! Now don't lose your grasp,

my little "tea bagger"! Keep dipping those balls

into your "tea cup"! MY orgasm calls!

'Taste me Vanessa, each orgasmic wave!

Fed by Your Bull and by Your cuck slave!' "

A squirting orgasm! The kind She likes best!

Thing One and Thing Two alive on Her chest!

The Bull, he came, too! A goodly amount!

Unlucky, below, felt Her shudder, dismount...

She saw pleading eyes, his mouth was still full...

She glistened with sweat, as did Her Bull!

And oh how She smiled! She grinned grinned grinned GRINNED!

His condom slid off, and then open end,

She pinched with Her hand, with thumb and forefinger!

And let Her Bull's balls for a moment more linger

in outta luck's mouth! At last said "Release"...

And smiled sated smile of an orgasmic peace...

Then told him to open his mouth wide just once more,

and muttered what sounded like "tea bagging whore"...

And poured condom's contents, quite pungent and smelly,

into his mouth, and his cute waiting belly...

Sweet taste of their sex he would take to his depths...

Vanessa, the Teacher, methodical steps...

The condom he cleaned inside/out spic-and-span!

Not yet a faggot, yet no more a man...

Porn Star Suspended Over Government Side Job.

Belgian porn studio Slapwel Lutgardis announced today it has indefinitely suspended popular “Slapwel Slut” Elise Clijters for taking a side job with the Belgian government, which the studio said constitutes a violation of a non-compete clause contained in the performer’s contract.

 

Ancient Human Ancestor Was One Tall Dude, His Footprints Say.

A harem you say? You kinky fuck, you Caveman.  :)

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German leader ‘insults’ Saudi Arabia by refusing to wear hijab.

Love this. Love this. Love this. Good for her!  :)

 

New Couples Play Sets Offer Creative Intimacy.

New Couples Play Sets Offer Creative Intimacy

 

FTC: AshleyMadison to Pay $1.6m in Data Breach Suit.

FTC: AshleyMadison to Pay $1.6m in Data Breach Suit

 

Pilates with Pervo Poet.

Perverted Poet Strikes Again.

I sent this photo to the perverted poet....just messing with him, with the message:

"Came across this.  Decided to save/send it for you....as it reminds me of you. :)"

 

He sent me this back:

 

 

A short e-mail.  Read quickly.  Curiosity piqued, he instantly downloaded the attached pic.  The tongue against the cock he noted first.  Sexy as hell.  He had long-known Her ways, so all that he saw and read next was skewed by assumptions.  He saw mesh underwear.  He saw a bigger, better cock than this.  Complete with bulging veins!  He saw the look in the woman's eyes, which said, in every way, "Don't you wish you were him?  Don't you wish you were here?" 

His eyes drifted to the right, and scanned the caption.  Nothing jumped out.  He read what he wanted to see.  What he expected to see.  Yet...something didn't feel right.   "Mmm, isn't this a delicious looking cock, Hubby?  Do you want to see your wife with a hot dick in her mouth?"  Just Vanessa being Vanessa.  Smartass Cuckoldress Extraordinaire.  The rest of the words just sort of melded into the first two sentences.  They didn't register.  But something lingered...a feeling of missing something, and so he endeavored to read it again.  Slowly.

The words came first.  "Well, too bad for me, he's gay.  Tonight I get to watch." 
"Watch what?  What the hell, Vanessa?"  Those were his first wistful thoughts.  Then came reflection.  Then came sobering thoughts.  Those eyes weren't saying, "Don't you wish you were here?"  He already was there!  Right there in Her presence!  A willing participant!  Or to the extent a heterosexual man sucking a thick, veinous cock can be willing.  In fact, his first thoughts weren't even of sucking the damned thing!  It was of being taken by it!  And at this point the woman in the picture became Vanessa.  Not in image, but in Essence.  An Essence which peered into his soul.  And the eyes became ones not of "Don't you wish..." but of "I know you will..."  Amused eyes.  Knowing eyes.  Laughing eyes. 

"I've never been done," he had joked.  Hence Her words of "it reminds me of you," followed by a goddamned smiley face!

And his hands started to shake, literally, and he felt a tingle between his legs.  One wholly beyond his mind, beyond his control.  And he felt fear.  A vague, enveloping fear.  And he felt vulnerable.  And he didn't like it.  Yet it was there.  It was one of those handful of moments that all come to during their lives.  Points of "before this" and "after this."  And "this" was a realization that his cock would make him do anything to please Her, and there wasn't a damned thing he could do about it.  This was beyond an issue of willpower.  Hell, She bypassed willpower and went straight to something She saw.  A weakness to be exploited.  For Her pleasure.  

He felt...exposed.  But not in the normal sense one feels exposed.  Instinctively he knew something had been breached, but had no clue what, and thus had no clue how to defend it, leaving him groping around blindly in the dark.  Reeling.  She spoke Soul to soul, and Her Soul knew what She wanted, and conveyed it to his soul.  "My will be done."

The eyes are the window to a man's soul, but a man's cock is the key to his soul.  He remembered Her writing words along those lines.   And instinctively knew he'd never doubt it again.  
His mind reflected on the caption's words once more.  This time the last two sentences. "Well too bad for me he's gay."  And in his mind he could hear Vanessa now say, "But not to worry!"  And then the last sentence,  "Tonight I get to watch."  And he thought how Vanessa would watch, and how the script would be written by Her, and performed to the letter!  

And at last his eyes went back to the picture.  Those weren't mesh underwear.  They were pantyhose!  The cock never intended for Her.  It was intended for him.  Hands shook.  Heart raced.  Mind reeled.   

Separated by countless miles, She somehow had touched him.  Nowhere to hide.  He knew the likelihood of their paths crossing was virtually nonexistent, but was also left with gnawing "What ifs..."   What if they did cross?  What if She did want to watch him be taken, for Her amusement and pleasure?  And he knew without hesitation that he would do anything She asked of him, just to feel the smile of Her soul... 

Nude Woman

Women on the streets of Tehran, 1960s.

Before the religious fundamentalists showed how patriarchal religion can "free you".

 

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Utah Governor Seeks Funding for Porn Fight.

Utah Governor Seeks Funding for Porn Fight

 

The Poetic Pervert Is Back.

This guy is sort of a trip...but he actually writes pretty good. :)

 

Saudi police arrest woman who tweeted photo of herself not wearing a hijab.

I'm not going to go off on one of my rants here, but female domination (to me) is not about strapons and sitting on guys faces....its about autonomy, free will, equality, safety and equal rights. Its about not being arrested or executed based on some peoples nonsensical 700 to 2000 year old religious ideals and dictums.