Friday, December 23, 2016
Twas the Night before Christmas Cuckold Poem.
(My husband is out of town again. God, I'm bored. So as we are getting inundated with Christmas.....everything....carols, ads, sales, music, shows etc, I heard part of the original and decided to take a couple moments to rewrite it to suit my Christmas wish list. The fact that one of my lovers names is Nick, made it even more accurate.)
Make me Come ! Twas the night before Christmas, when all through my home Not a cuckold was stirring, not even a moan. My stockings were hung by the chimney with care, In hopes that my lover soon would be there.
My cuckold was nestled all snug in his bed, While nightmares of used condoms danced in his head. And me in my ‘slutgear', and having a night cap, Had given up on my Bull, and settled for a long winter’s nap.
When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter, I sprang from my vibrator to see what was the matter. Away to the window I flew like a flash, Tore open the shutters and began fingering my gash.
The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow, Gave the lustre of mid-day to objects below. When, what to my wondering eyes should appear, But my lovers car, coming ever so near.
With a well hung driver, so lively and quick, I knew in a moment it must be Bick Dicked Nick. More rapid than eagles his coursers they came, And he whistled, and shouted, and called out my name!
"Now Hotwife! Now, Cougar! Now, Slut-Chick and Vixen! On, Cock! On, Balls! On ride me to Blitzen! To the top of the porch! To the top of the wall! Now strip away! Disrobe away! Tear away all!"
As dry as an unused pussy is before the wild hurricane fly, Which moistens quickly meet with a hard cock, wit an unzipped fly. So up to the house-top the coursers they flew, With his balls full of superior sperm, and maybe seconds too.
And then, in a twinkling, I heard on the roof The grunting and groaning of each massive hoof. As I drew in my head, and was turning around, Down the chimney Big Dicked Nicholas came with a bound. He was dressed all in denim, from his head to his foot, And his clothes were all tarnished with ashes and soot. A bundle of condoms he had flung on his back, And he looked like a perfect Stud, just massaging his erect pack.
His eyes-how they twinkled! his dimples how merry! His cheeks were like roses, his nose like a cherry! His smiling mouth was drawn up like a bow, And the perfect teeth as white as the snow.
The stump of his cock-pipe he held tight in his hand, And the bit of pre-cum leaking and large balls proved he was a real man. He had broad shoulders and a nice tight belly, That heaved and pulsated, as my knees turned to jelly!
He was erect and primed, and cock sure of himself, And I squirted and moaned when I saw him, in spite of myself! A wink of his eye and a twist of his head, Soon gave me to know I should show him my bed.
He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work, And filled up my pussy, then turned with a jerk. And laying his finger aside of my clit, And giving a nod, he pounded away at my wet slit!
He banged and pounded and fucked away, inside my pussy which was quite splayed, And I was thrilled and coming from finally getting layed. But I heard him exclaim, as he drove out of sight, "Happy Christmas Vanessa, hope your cuckold enjoys the "extra thick and sticky egg nog" I left him to lick up and to all a great cuckold good-night!"
(God, I'm bored.) :)
{I wrote this a few years ago and repost if every Christmas because I am wayyyy to lame to write a new one, lol. :)}
Make me Come ! Twas the night before Christmas, when all through my home Not a cuckold was stirring, not even a moan. My stockings were hung by the chimney with care, In hopes that my lover soon would be there.
My cuckold was nestled all snug in his bed, While nightmares of used condoms danced in his head. And me in my ‘slutgear', and having a night cap, Had given up on my Bull, and settled for a long winter’s nap.
When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter, I sprang from my vibrator to see what was the matter. Away to the window I flew like a flash, Tore open the shutters and began fingering my gash.
The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow, Gave the lustre of mid-day to objects below. When, what to my wondering eyes should appear, But my lovers car, coming ever so near.
With a well hung driver, so lively and quick, I knew in a moment it must be Bick Dicked Nick. More rapid than eagles his coursers they came, And he whistled, and shouted, and called out my name!
"Now Hotwife! Now, Cougar! Now, Slut-Chick and Vixen! On, Cock! On, Balls! On ride me to Blitzen! To the top of the porch! To the top of the wall! Now strip away! Disrobe away! Tear away all!"
As dry as an unused pussy is before the wild hurricane fly, Which moistens quickly meet with a hard cock, wit an unzipped fly. So up to the house-top the coursers they flew, With his balls full of superior sperm, and maybe seconds too.
And then, in a twinkling, I heard on the roof The grunting and groaning of each massive hoof. As I drew in my head, and was turning around, Down the chimney Big Dicked Nicholas came with a bound. He was dressed all in denim, from his head to his foot, And his clothes were all tarnished with ashes and soot. A bundle of condoms he had flung on his back, And he looked like a perfect Stud, just massaging his erect pack.
His eyes-how they twinkled! his dimples how merry! His cheeks were like roses, his nose like a cherry! His smiling mouth was drawn up like a bow, And the perfect teeth as white as the snow.
The stump of his cock-pipe he held tight in his hand, And the bit of pre-cum leaking and large balls proved he was a real man. He had broad shoulders and a nice tight belly, That heaved and pulsated, as my knees turned to jelly!
He was erect and primed, and cock sure of himself, And I squirted and moaned when I saw him, in spite of myself! A wink of his eye and a twist of his head, Soon gave me to know I should show him my bed.
He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work, And filled up my pussy, then turned with a jerk. And laying his finger aside of my clit, And giving a nod, he pounded away at my wet slit!
He banged and pounded and fucked away, inside my pussy which was quite splayed, And I was thrilled and coming from finally getting layed. But I heard him exclaim, as he drove out of sight, "Happy Christmas Vanessa, hope your cuckold enjoys the "extra thick and sticky egg nog" I left him to lick up and to all a great cuckold good-night!"
(God, I'm bored.) :)
{I wrote this a few years ago and repost if every Christmas because I am wayyyy to lame to write a new one, lol. :)}
A WOMAN'S POEM:
Before I lay me down to sleep,
I pray for a man who's not a creep,
One who's handsome, smart and strong,
One who loves to listen long,
One who thinks before he speaks,
One who'll call, not wait for weeks.
I pray he's rich and self-employed,
And when I spend, won't be annoyed,
Pull out my chair and hold my hand,
Massage my feet and help me stand,
Oh send a king to make me queen.
A man who loves to cook and clean.
I pray this man will love no other.
And relish visits with my mother.....
A MAN'S POEM: I pray for a deaf-mute gymnast nymphomaniac with big tits who owns a bar on a golf course, and loves to send me fishing and drinking. This doesn't rhyme and I don't give a shit.
(Found online, author unknown.)
I pray for a man who's not a creep,
One who's handsome, smart and strong,
One who loves to listen long,
One who thinks before he speaks,
One who'll call, not wait for weeks.
I pray he's rich and self-employed,
And when I spend, won't be annoyed,
Pull out my chair and hold my hand,
Massage my feet and help me stand,
Oh send a king to make me queen.
A man who loves to cook and clean.
I pray this man will love no other.
And relish visits with my mother.....
A MAN'S POEM: I pray for a deaf-mute gymnast nymphomaniac with big tits who owns a bar on a golf course, and loves to send me fishing and drinking. This doesn't rhyme and I don't give a shit.
(Found online, author unknown.)
Thursday, December 22, 2016
Wednesday, December 21, 2016
Squirting and Obscenity.
There are far too few people in the world who know about the existence of female ejaculation, and fewer still who know it is different from urination. My squirting is not something I decided to do because it’s kinky, squirting is what happens sometimes when I am sexually stimulated. I have never claimed that women don’t urinate during sexual activity, because sometimes urination occurs when orgasms occur. The fluid that expels when I squirt is not purely urine. It is clear or milky in appearance, and sometimes shoots out in huge amounts, in spite of the fact that I’ve just emptied my bladder.
In my younger days, I started my sex life with serious issues regarding my ejaculating. I was lucky enough to have read about it early on, which made me more confident as time went by. But during this transition, I had moments where I was embarrassed, because I was afraid that the man I had sex with would certainly think I had urinated all over the bed (or him) and think me “gross”. Because of the information I had, I quickly turned that around for myself. I had to, or I would live my whole life shameful over my body. The sad thing is, while I’ve been confident most of my life about my squirting, most women (whether they ejaculate or not) do live their whole lives hiding what nature made.
The fact that men are sometimes put off by squirting is not their fault. Males are left in the dark regarding the female body, even now. So I hope everyone will read up more on the topic as it could help a lot of people understand that it is not so far fetched that some women do ejaculate, and it is not obscene.
As far as being obscene, remember this, on other adult websites, often you can find men squirting their come all over the faces and bodies of women. This activity is found on websites considered “vanilla” or “BDSM”, and it is never considered obscene by adult entertainment standards. Shooting sperm onto a woman’s face is only degrading to a woman when you then tell her she is disgusting for wanting to feel free to shoot her come, let alone shoot come all over a man, even though it is consensual. I would love to hear from the squirters out there about this, especially the ones that are still “in the closet”.
In my younger days, I started my sex life with serious issues regarding my ejaculating. I was lucky enough to have read about it early on, which made me more confident as time went by. But during this transition, I had moments where I was embarrassed, because I was afraid that the man I had sex with would certainly think I had urinated all over the bed (or him) and think me “gross”. Because of the information I had, I quickly turned that around for myself. I had to, or I would live my whole life shameful over my body. The sad thing is, while I’ve been confident most of my life about my squirting, most women (whether they ejaculate or not) do live their whole lives hiding what nature made.
The fact that men are sometimes put off by squirting is not their fault. Males are left in the dark regarding the female body, even now. So I hope everyone will read up more on the topic as it could help a lot of people understand that it is not so far fetched that some women do ejaculate, and it is not obscene.
As far as being obscene, remember this, on other adult websites, often you can find men squirting their come all over the faces and bodies of women. This activity is found on websites considered “vanilla” or “BDSM”, and it is never considered obscene by adult entertainment standards. Shooting sperm onto a woman’s face is only degrading to a woman when you then tell her she is disgusting for wanting to feel free to shoot her come, let alone shoot come all over a man, even though it is consensual. I would love to hear from the squirters out there about this, especially the ones that are still “in the closet”.
Squirting and Humiliation.
The first time I squirted on his face, and he orgasmed, I saw the look in his eyes, and I knew he hadn’t experienced it before. He had a look of shock, bewilderment, lust, humiliation, and awe. He was so eager to please me, and for some time, he wasn’t able to bring me to orgasm, which led to many bare bottom and thigh punishments. Now he is much better trained, as I have since stepped up his training, and have most recently started ruined orgasms with clean-up training. The look on his face when he’s beating his little thing for me is so fun to watch. I watch him cringe at the thought of carrying out my wishes, stroking away, I can see how repulsed he is, yet, he comes soon after…..go figure.
First Amendment Defense Act Would Be 'Devastating' for LGBTQ Americans.
Hey, lets elect some bat guano crazy autocratic fascist religious fundamentalists (and Trump) and see what happens to civil rights.
Adultery is a crime, judge tells man suing wife for reading lovers' emails.
Semi off topic....but not really. Just a reminder of how the world used to be, and how it still would be if left to the will of some people. It reminds me when a spouse would sue the other for "alienation of affection"...for withholding sex. A thought for all those people voting for "social conservatives" around the world and here in the USA. :)
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