Bold as Brass

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Status: In Progress  |  Genre: General Erotica  |  House: Booksiesilk Classic Group

Being "cocksure"

Bold as Brass some would say, 

I just know how to run my day.

First I dress up to the nines,

With silky slinky drapes of mine.

I show too much, it's true, I know,

But that is half the fun to show,

Long legs in a strapless number,

Will raise at least a few cucumbers. 

Then I search the wanting ads,

For young and able bodied lads,

To move a thing without a shirt, 

Or maybe even shovel dirt.

And when he's covered in the muck

I make him bathe, and then we fuck.

I wash him while I'm on my knees,

The rest of the day is just a breeze.

It blows around as I blow him,

And then we may just fuck again.

It all depends upon his stamina,

And how rough he's been on my vagina.

And yes I have a softer side, 

I might even enjoy a ride,

Straddling him, upon the seat,

Or nuzzling up, with his meat.

As he moans and drives along,

While the radio sings us a song.

And as the evening descends,

We watch the moon as it ascends,

And kiss each other passionate, 

And fall asleep all so content.


Submitted: November 29, 2021

© Copyright 2023 Loretta Martin. All rights reserved.

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Wonder Woman

Ohh nice I know him?

Thu, December 9th, 2021 11:34am


It's really just a generalization, but I am glad you liked it A.

Thu, December 9th, 2021 4:02am


Ah, yes, the young man, broad of shoulders,
Each horny lass, her heart smolders,
His sweaty abs, so trim and tight,
She wonders, if she would, if he might?

She beckons him to his knees,
Because she knows he wants a tease,
She flips her skirt; and he peeks under,
His lust and moans sound like thunder.

He grabs her legs, held in place,
Pressed around his sweaty face.
His tongue invades her silky lace,
And she allows him his taste.

Is it any wonder, then
That woman can control men?
Any hint of female aggression,
Lends most men into submission.

Fri, July 29th, 2022 8:33pm


That sweet poem made me wet
I wish willnorman was my pet
I'd let him lap upon my gash
Then poke me in my love stash
You've made my day you horny thing
A wonder what good poetry'd bring!

Tue, August 2nd, 2022 9:56am

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