(The 'Write Big Sexy Words' (#WBSW) challenge for September 2021 is to include as many of the following BSWs as possible in a post - squelch, blandish, lubricious, fecund, sybaritic, dollop, spume, turpitude & dishabille.)

The Man with the Golden Tongue

His perspicacious polemic was palpable,
Though much more didactic than spiteful;
He blandished with lubricious ease
His seductive golden tongue to please;
His sybaritic dishabille concubines
Swooned at the turpitude of his uprising sublime.
Though linearly challenged,
His fecund phallus
Spumed dollops of jissom so delightful,
That they squealed and squelched
And slurped with glee
To be recipients of his glorious seed!

Thomas Aurelius Lingua

"Sybaritic dishabille concubine"

WW2 era pin-up art by Gil Elvgren

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Single Belles [#EroticPoetryChallenge]

Jingle Bells Nipple Pasties, from Hurly Burly

Single belles, single belles,

Nubile with desire,

Oh what fun it is to ride

A horny beau on fire!

Dive upon the bed

To a one-zip open fly,

Down into the depths we dive,

Sucking all the way.

Licking round his balls,
Squeezing really tight,
O what fun to fuck and ride

A horny beau tonight!

 

Single belles, single belles,

Nubile with desire,

Oh what fun it is to ride

A horny beau on fire!

Grab him by the head

Push him down below

Pounce upon my tingling clit,

Sucking all the way.

Tongue on labia zing,
Squealing with delight,
O what fun to fuck and ride

A horny beau tonight!

 

Single belles, single belles,

Nubile with desire,

Oh what fun it is to ride

A horny beau on fire!

Riding fast and hard

Big O on its way,

Squirting on his rod,

He is 'bout to blow.

Shaking with desire,
Sky rockets in sight.
O what fun to fuck and ride

A horny beau tonight!

 

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The Twelve Days of Sexmas [#WickedWednesday, #EroticPoetryChallenge, #4Thoughts_Fiction, #12DaysOfSexmas]

We are well into the first week of December, so it's time to write out my erotically poetic ChristmasSexmas Wish List - it is traditional to have 12 days of wishes. 

Not having a 'True Love' with an ounce of libidinousness in her mind or body to give my wishes to me, I can only hope that Santa remembers that I have been nicely naughty all year long!

On the 1st day of Sexmas, my true wish is for me, a diamond studded gold cock ring.

 

On the 2nd day of Sexmas, my true wish is for you, two silver nipple clamps.

On the 3rd day of Sexmas, my true wish is for me, three penis piercings (the stair-way to heavenly orgasms is a Jacob's Ladder, I am told).

On the 4th day of Sexmas, my true wish is for you, 4 clit rings a'clitering.

 

On the 5th day of Sexmas, my true wish is for you, 5 silver clit bells (you rang?).

On the 6th day of Sexmas, my true wish is for me, 6 lays a'laying.

 

On the 7th day of Sexmas, my true wish is for me, 7 nymphs a'swimming.

On the 8th day of Sexmas, my true wish is for me, 8 maids a'milking.

 

On the 9th day of Sexmas, my true wish is for you, 9 drummers drumming.

 

On the 10th day of Sexmas, my true wish is for me, 10 pipers 'piping'.

 

On the 11th day of Sexmas, my true wish is for me, 11 Ladies dancing.

 

On the 12th day of Sexmas, my true wish is for you, 12 Lords a'leaping.

So dear readers, I hope your True Love gives you your wishes for Christmas/Sexmas, or Santa Claus does at least.

 

 

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The Ride - The Man From Yarra River

(An Australian classic recrafted #literotica

with apologies to 'Banjo' Paterson, "The Man from Snowy River"
public domain since 1991)
Content Warning! Contains sexually explicit graphic descriptions.

 

There was movement on the forums, for the word had passed around
That the MILF from "Butterflys" had got away,
And had joined the Wild Ladies - she was worth a thousand pound,
So all the studs had gathered to the fray.
All the tried and noted punters from the brothels near and far
Had mustered at "The G" o'night,
For the punters love hard riding where the Wild Ladies are,
And Sir Thomas sniffs their perfume with delight.

There was Stiffy, who made his name, when FIA ruled the net,
The old man with hair as white as cum;
But few could fuck beside him when his blood was fairly up -
He would go where ever whore and man could go.
And Randy of the Overblow came down to lend a hand,
No better fluffer ever held a cock;
For never whore could throw him while the bed-springs still held up,
He learnt to fuck while still a lad at school.

And one was there, a callow youth on a skinny, small-breasted whore,
He was something like a sprinter undersized,
With a touch of 'tuckey pony - three parts thoroughbred -
And such as are by Melbourne Ladies prized.
He was hard and tough and horny- just the sort that won't say die -
There was courage in his quick impatient thrusts;
And he bore the badge of lust in his bright and fiery eye,
And the proud and lofty carriage of his cock.

But still so youthfully skinny, one would doubt his power to stay,
And the old man said "That whore will never do
"For a long and tiring fuck - lad you'd better stay away,
"Those thighs are far too rough for such as you".
So he waited sad and wistful - only Randy stood his friend,
"I think we ought to let him cum" he said;
"I warrant he'll be with us when he's cumming at the end,
"For both his whore and he are mountain bred".

"He hails from Yarra River, up by 'Buang's side,
"Where the whores are half as cheap and twice as rough,
"Where a horse's hoof strikes fear from every furtive glance,
"The man that holds his own is good enough,
"And the Yarra River riders in the Gully make their home,
"Where the linctus runs those giant thighs between;
"I have seen full many punters since I first commenced to play,
"But nowhere yet such fuckers have I seen".

So he went — they found the Ladies atop the fucking bed —
They were faced the headboard with arses in the air,
And the old man gave his orders,
'Boys, go at them from the jump, no use to try for fancy riding now. 
And, Randy, you must whip them, try and wheal them on the rump. 
Ride boldly, lad, and never fear the spills, 
For never yet was punter that could keep these Ladies tight, 
If once you breach the sphincter of those cunts.' 

So Randy whipped and whealed them — he was racing on the wing 
Where the best and boldest floggers take their place, 
And he raised his flogger o'er them, and made their arses sting 
With the 9tails, as he met them face to face. 
Then he halted for a moment, while he dropped the dreaded lash, 
And they saw his swollen donger full in view, 
And they charged beneath his torso with a sharp and sudden dash, 
And licked and sucked his member to the hilt. 

Then fast the punters followed, where the gorges deep and red
Resounded to the slapping of their thrusts, 
In the gangbang wild and wet, they queued 
To lick and suck and fuck. 
And upward, ever upward, Wild Ladies held their way, 
Where fountains of squirt, high and wide were sprayed; 
And the old man muttered fiercely, 'We may bid the Ladies good day,
NO man can hold them down all this day.' 

When they reached the 'gasm's summit, even Randy took a pull,
It well might make the boldest hold his breath, 
The hairy twats grew thickly, and the hidden flesh was full 
Of fucking holes, and slick and swollen clits. 
But the man from Yarra River let his Lady have her head, 
And he swung his flogger round and gave a cheer, 
And he raced her down the climax like a torrent flood the bed, 
While the others stood and watched in very awe. 

He sent the linctus flying, but the Lady kept her head, 
He cleared the convulsing body in his stride, 
And the man from Yarra River never eased off in his thrusts — 
It was grand to see that mountain fucker ride. 
Through weary legs and bodies, on the rough and broken bed, 
Through the slippery spreading labia, at a racing pace he went; 
And he never drew a breath till he landed safe and sound, 
At the bottom of that hot and luscious descent. 

He was right among the Ladies as they 'roused a second time, 
And the watchers on the sidelines standing mute, 
Saw him ply his tongue so fiercely, a clit to raise the thrill, 
As he traced across the labia in hot pursuit. 
Then they lost him for a moment, 
Where two luscious labia meet 
'Mongst the tangled legs and bodies, the Wild Ladies panting yet, 
With the man from Yarra River mounted still. 

And down by 'Buang's gullies, where the rugged Ladies 'cline, 
Their tired and weary bodies to recoup, 
Where the air is musky scented, and the milky breasts do shine 
At midday in the warm and mellow air,
Where 'round the O'blow spillway, the river flows away 
To the billabongs and plains, toward Melbourne as it runs, 
The man from Yarra River is a household word to-day, 
And punters tell the story of his ride.

---xxxxXxxxx---

PS. Feb.5th

Now, do yourself a favour and read or listen to Paterson's original.

This iconic bush-ballad, beautifully captures the excitement of high-country horsemen rounding up wild brumbies.  I just hope my poor parody achieves even half that adrenaline pumping excitement.

Then try and find a copy of the movie of the same name, starring Tom Burlinson as Jim, The Man From Snowy River, with Kirk Douglas, Jack Thompson and Ingrid Thornton. If not the full movie, at least watch the YouTube clip of Jim's amazing down-hill ride - no CGI or special effects here - brilliant scenery, riding and cinematography.

To Cheat or Not To Cheat, That is The Question

When sex in one's marriage comes to an end, you are left with a turmoil of emotions. The decision to move forward into commercial sex might seem straight forward, but it is like the first time you stood on the edge of a diving board, petrified about taking the plunge into the pool.

"To cheat, or not to cheat, that is the question:

Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer

The slings and arrows of celibate matrimony,

Or to take arms against a sea of scruples,

And by opposing end them? To fidelity: to begging;

No more; and by a fuck to say we end

The heart-ache and the thousand natural aches

That flesh is heir to, 'tis a consummation

Devoutly to be wish'd. To fuck, to come;

To come: perchance to ecstasy; ay, there's the rub."

(With apologies to The Bard)

NB: 'Punt': to take a (monatory) risk or gamble;  in this context to take a gamble to pay for a sex worker. Fortunately, here in Australia, Sex Work is legal, highly regulated and safe, so the only "risk" is whether you will get the quality of sex you paid for or desired.