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A-Z Challenge: Adult A

Angry Masturbation

It lingers – within the well
of his tenacity
Outstretched fingers, widely spread
Palm flat and pushing
Against unyielding chalky skin
Any moment now could give rise
To a silken Jackson Pollack
Life imitating Art

 

 

 

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How to cure manflu – Part 2

Step one – Assess the patient

If still and quiet,

tucked up in bed

Kneel beside him

Feel his forehead

If snuffling and sneezing

Shivering with sweat

Prepare for the evening

In your kitchenette

Make the soup

(See part 1)

But if you come home

Find your man on the couch

Snuggled in blankets

Being a grouch

When you ask how he feels

He tells you he’s dying

Whimpering and wailing

Wants Vicks rub applying

Now for the decision

This is reallyΒ  Manflu

Are you wanting to cook

Or consider step two

Step two – Assemble miracle cure

Take two black stockings

Stretched up to thighs

One khol black liner

Apply to eyes

Paint your lips

To ruby red

Balance a nurse cap

On your head

Fasten tight

Your push up bra

Slip on high heels

It’s not that far

Dab self with scent

Pull on lace thong

Zip up nurse dress

You can’t go wrong

Then over patient

You must lean

To show him how

Things could have been

If he were well

Then out the blue

You find he doesn’t

Have manflu

Salmon pink sunrise

‘Hush now’

He reached over and gently pressed his forefinger to her lips, his other hand curling softly around the back of her neck. Taken aback with the gesture she playfully bit his fingertip and watched as his mouth broke into a grin.

This was the moment…

The sound of the waves crashing against the pebbles, the salty taste in the moonlit air, the cool breeze whipping at their clothes. This was the moment she had chosen to change the conversation, to try and cover over that awkward moment. Yet with one gesture he had changed all of that and now they stood, just two people, locked in the moment before downfall or rapture.

Looking up at him she decided he was worth the gamble and she took that moment to lightly kiss his finger still held close to her lips. He pulled back slightly yet she took his fingertip into her mouth all the same. Licking the tip and circling it with her tongue tasting the sea air as she did so. He stood unsure and hesitant but let his other hand move softly into her hair, allowing her to suck his fingertips one by one. Her mouth was warm and moist, a contrast for his skin against the cool air. Her tongue traced the outline of his hand and made him tingle as she pressed her lips against his palm. Then taking his thumb into her mouth, her teeth softly grazing him, he felt himself respond.
His thumb and forefinger lightly clasped her bottom jaw and tilted her head up to look at him. Then leaning towards her, he moved his hand to her cheek and planted a firm dry kiss on her lips. Smiling she kissed him back, a gentle peck and then ran the tip of her tongue over his chapped lips.
He tasted of salt and sweetness, the sea air had seen to that. Yet his kiss was the perfect blend of hesitation and desire, that mix of chemistry usually reserved for teenage trysts. She pulled him closer and kissed him again, both trying to pin point a rhythm to relax into.
She loved the fact that he used his hands to smooth her unruly hair away from her face. He held her face tilted between his hands and kissed her, allowing himself to press tightly against her body. Wrapping her arms around his torso she was glad of the warmth. The chill air had started to get through and she could feel her nipples shifting against her underwear, although she wasn’t sure how much the weather was really to blame. He felt her shiver against him.

“would you like to turn back”

He gestured to the building with its warm glowing lights and creature comforts calling but she shook her head.

‘I’m happy here if you are’

He didn’t reply yet slid his arms around her and pulled her tight into him. His body was warm to the touch and she smiled and let out a contented murmur. They stood locked for a short while, until her body responded to his heat, then she snaked her hands over him. Tracing the curve of his back and then smoothing over his chest and stomach. His breathing changed in its pace, his heart quickened as her hands brushed over his hardened nipples and he felt himself grow under her touch.
Pressing against him she could feel the outline of his erection and brushed her hand against him. He flinched back surprised at first, then regained confidence and allowed her to stroke him lightly. Her touch followed the grain of his jeans which were proving to be a snug fit with his thickening cock. She looked up to see if he would stop her, as she slipped her hand down into the top of his jeans. His eyes were narrowed and his body proved accepting as she did so. His growing erection lurched forward under her touch and her fingertips brushed the tip of his head. Her cold hands might have been a shock to him, yet he didn’t pull away. Allowing himself to be unzipped and letting her slip a hand inside his jeans. Stroking the thin material, she moved the flat palm of her hand over him. His hard cock straining against his shorts, as she opened the buttons and placed her hand inside. He was warm to the touch and shrank back slightly against the intrusion of her cold fingers.
He kissed her again, his mouth hard on hers, her nipples now visible through the outline of her clothes. Using the back of his hand he glided over her skin, from face to neck, over her exposed cleavage and landing firm upon her breast. A gentle squeeze caused her to let out a low murmur and she responded by curling tighter around his erection.
He allowed her to caress him, trying to negate the worry of being in public against the enjoyment of her touch. She was trouble yet he was having a hard time resisting. He felt her hips press against him, her breast pushing against his palm and he gave way.
The two of them crumpled to a heap on the damp pebbles, he held her tight as they kissed. She savoured the taste of his tongue, darting passionately between her dry lips, inviting her own tongue to tango. And for a time they were lost in each other’s embrace, clawing at each other’s clothes, licking salt tinged skin, kissing until their lips were raw in the cool air. All the while neither of them noticing the soft trickle of sea water creeping through the stones, the slow fading away of the stars. Their blanket of night sky finally uncovering the cold facts of day.

“we should go back”

He could see she was shivering in her damped clothes.

“But sunrise is the best time of the day”

She nuzzled close into his chest waiting for the rebuttal, yet instead he placed his arms around her.
They watched in contented silence as the salmon pink sky devoured the morning.

Sometimes Words Stick

It’s the surprising tone of them
Those secular words
And offset phrases
That topple from your mouth
And hit me like truck
They fall
Like snowflakes in June
Emerge
As an earthquake in Brixton
Their unexpected arrival
Inspiring awe
Inviting fascination
They seep into a mind
Like mine
Stir with imagination
And repeat
The words turning
Over and over, in my ears
On my tongue
Mouthing the meter
As the image plays through
In my mind’s eye
Again
I can’t imagine it,
but I like to try

“Body slamming walls in the shower”

A shower of words

The first burst of water hit her skin in a violent assault, cold enough to almost throw her off balance. She reached out quickly to turn up the heat and breathed a deep sigh as the warm water crept over her shoulders and down her back. Loading up the shower puff with cherry scented gel she began to scrub away the worries of the day.
She reached up to run her hands through her hair, helping the water to find its way through to her scalp and help her relax. Tilting her head to one side, she let out a gasp as the water danced across her neck causing her nipples to stiffen slightly. Then reaching for more shower gel she smeared it over her arms and chest, working up a lather until her top half was covered in soapy suds. Enjoying her own silken touch gliding over her skin and smoothing the bubbles southwards. Closing her eyes as she leaned back into the water allowing the scented foam to soak her entirety.

Snippet

She tensed as a fingertip danced across her exposed cleavage, followed by a warm palm pressed against her cold skin. His hands slide down and dipped in between her breasts and she felt her nipples begin to harden despite herself. The blindfold had shut off her vision but heightened her sense of feeling, and she flinched as his mouth landed hard on hers. His lips felt dry in the morning air, and the slight graze of his stubble against her skin caused her to catch her breath. Light kisses trailed across her lips and over her throat, soft lashings that made her insides tingle. As he reached the base of her neck she squirmed involuntary which made him chuckle in delight. His tongue followed suit and circled her skin causing her to writhe beneath him. She pushed her chest upwards as she lay frustrated with her shackles. But felt the slow release as he pulled down her corset zip slightly allowing a cool blast of air to hitΒ  her clammy skin. He could feel her impatienceΒ  growing, and was relishing this rare moment where she was no longer the driving force.

XXX Text

I love it when you text me, as I masturbate
Obeying a slow build up of tension
Your words attempt to exacerbate
Interspersed with bursts of vibration
I love those eloquent virtual smacks
The requests you demand are sublime
The pulsating steps towards climax
The erratic responses in time.
I savour your cheeky suggestions
Smile, when I see you emote
Lap up your rhetorical questions
Indulge in the joy you promote
But to you these words are just frivolous
So my pleasure from you, stays oblivious.

Role reversal

‘She enjoyed that the most, the delight in knowing she could make him squirm. The telling dimple on his left cheek showing he was enjoying her touch, she couldn’t help but to dip down to kiss it. He turned quickly at this, his mouth hungry for action, yet she denied him this. Hovering near his face for just a second, lightly licking his bottom lip before pulling back. She was in control now.’

Meditations of you

The soft graze of stubble against my skin
The intense gaze from shimmering irises
As you look with pools full of conflict
The secure grasp of your arms locked,
winding around me, holding me safe.
The gruff tone of your voice, that tilts
To a tinkling ‘hmmph’ when amused
The ability to force me to shudder,
Involuntary,
without being near me
The tight craving inside
when conjuring your image
just to amuse myself.

These are the reasons
That I can’t evict you from my world