The Fireman

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Humor  |  House: Booksiesilk Classic Group

Put your best Irish accent to work.

The Fireman

 

I am not a fireman by trade, and this I will surely tell

But given the task to save a lass, I’ll fight the fires of Hell

I have to admit I’m well equipped when it comes to sating a fire

For the hose I use when it comes lose is one to be admired

 

It was late at night when the call came in from a shack down in old shantytown

From a lass in a panic who sounded frantic and needed a man around

I volunteered though it was the dead of winter with plenty of snow and ice

In the heat of the night I jumped on my bike, the face of sacrifice

 

When I arrived it was none too soon for the lass had begun to swoon

I was determined to save her if took all night or even till the next afternoon

First, I opened up her nightgown, to allow her to take deep breaths

But her camisole lace was knotted in place being stretched by her massive breast

 

With no knife or other utensil at hand, I decided to use my teeth

Having nothing better to chew through the leather and free what’s underneath

I lay down between her legs with my head on her chest to begin

She said ‘Wait, please remove your biker pants, they might hurt my skin.’

 

In the depth of emergency while getting dressed, I neglected my underwear

When I told her the news she said, ‘So did I.’ and didn’t seem to care

I removed my pants as I stood over her and of course unreeled my hose

I could see the fire spread to her eyes and everywhere else, I suppose

 

Before I could resume my tussle with the unruly camisole

She sat up to inspect my equipment wanting to see it all

She asked if it needed to be primed while her tongue ran across her lips

I said, ‘I don’t think so, but give it a go, just be careful it might start to spit’

 

The many a time I could find a lady who was brave enough to give it a lick

Was a simple blow before the main show and always ended to quick

But this lass who was not too fast was determined to go the bout

Then after an hour, she took the shower a fire hose always gives out

 

As my energy waned and I felt drained, I lay down upon the floor

To my surprise there was still fire in her eyes and I knew she wanted more

Once again she primed the pump to get my hose to its full length

And though I was sure I couldn’t go, my hose had its own strength

 

She crawled upon me and lowered her hips till all I could see was hair

She danced up and down to beat the band as her moans filled the night air

Seven times she started, seven times she stopped, seven times she had come

As she lay down beside me too weak to stand, I knew that her fire was done

 

I started to rise and to my surprise a naked lady stood over my head

Another at my hips and from the look in their eyes I knew the fire had spread

Each one of them got down to the business working me from head to toe

By nightfall they had had enough and their fires were under control

 

Oh, is there a fireman throughout the land who could ever be so nice

Who has from dusk to dawn and dawn to dusk made such a sacrifice

Lessons are often learned the hard way when prudence cannot be found

I learned a lesson that good day…stay away from shantytown!


Submitted: September 18, 2022

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samnash

I admire honorable men who are committed to duty… well done.

Mon, September 19th, 2022 10:51pm

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Thank you on behalf of my fictional MC.

Mon, September 19th, 2022 3:58pm

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