Tag: sex

over and over again (Erotic)

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over and over again

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walking through the door
I find you in the kitchen
I grab your wrist roughly
Because you are my possession
I push you up against a wall
Cause your body is my obsession

I smack your sweet ass
Press you hard against the wall
Kiss your gasping mouth
I pull your silky hair
You say you want it rough
And I do you right there

This is no time for love
It is no time for affection
You will see sweet heaven
Not just now and then
Cause I will take you whenever I want
Over and over again

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Your Body Is My Obsession

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Imagine Lonely Author standing besides his beach chair. Baseball cap worn backwards, bling bling on every finger, and a thick chain hanging around his neck with the words “Gangsta Poem Boyz.”

Now, for a little change of pace.  Presenting the sinful, soulful, sexy, smooth sounds of DJ Lonely Author.

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Your Body Is My Obsession

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Let me be the rhythm
that rocks your swaying hips
Let the taste of me linger
like that red gloss on your sexy lips

I want to be the sinner
Who watches you undressing
I want to be the priest
cause it’s your body I’ll be blessing

Baby you’re making an impression          (Chorus)     
I want you to be my possession
Baby I got to make a confession
Your body is my obsession

Need to be your baker
You’ll be the pastry that I’ll devour
Need to be a time keeper
So I can take you hour after hour

Your body is my obsession
It is the only thing I’m dreaming of
So let me be the one who provokes
your delicious cries of love.

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(Lonely Author drops mic and walks off the beach).

 

 

Her Words Are My Aphrodisiac

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Her Words Are My Aphrodisiac

Her words are my aphrodisiac
as her tender keystrokes
burn my trembling skin
hypnotized by lovely metaphors
she fills my voids with sin

Her words are my aphrodisiac
let my body be a clean sheet
where she pens a little prose
I will admire every syllable
more than she will ever know

 

Photo taken from Google Images

Badassery

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Yesterday, I had the pleasure of reading “bad ass” posts from three female bloggers. Those of you who have read my Devil Girl Diaries already know I have a weakness for bad girls.

These ladies (and I won’t say their names to be sure I don’t offend) have inspired me to write a bad boy piece.  This is out of my usual writing comfort zone, but here it goes.  A taste of bad boy Chimp.

 

Badassery

This New Yorker is not like other dudes
definitely, not like this latest generation
young punks who can’t pay a restaurant check
cowards looking for courage behind a cell text
I am good and bad and everything in between
I drink my Johnnie Walker straight with no ice
don’t want anything watered down
not my drinks, my words, definitely not my sex

I won’t ask you for a kiss, I will take it
don’t misinterpret me, there will be tenderness
this gentleman will hold the door open for you
and slap your ass as you walk by
don’t like making love, but I love making out
forget beds, don’t need cushion when I’m pushing
I’d introduce you to the floor, shower, and every wall
as we make perspiring memories with a sigh

I love the ladies, have enjoyed quite a few
Superman had kryptonite, I have my weakness too
love legs, feet, lingerie, breasts, and bad ass girls
yeah, I adore the ladies full of badassery
no I won’t flinch like other cowards
love creative women who challenge my brain
if a confident bad ass woman can blow my mind
well then, she may be able to handle the rest of me

 

Photo of my wife Allie taken Halloween 2014

Taken

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He burst into the house
like a man on a mission
his mouth watered for her sex
with the most primal of urge

She was glad his trip ended
a week apart drove her insane
she needed his manhood
to relieve her wet desires

First he yanked off her jeans
pinned her face to the wall
smacked her bare ass
pulled on her silky tresses

She glowed with delight
his violent thrusts left her shaken
he knew she didn’t want love
tonight she needed to be taken

Devil Girl Diaries – 15 (Forever)

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Photo taken by moi.

Every man has that one unforgettable woman that will haunt him until his final day; the girl that got away.  Allie detested television, vanilla ice cream, and missionary. She explored the depths of her sexuality; while I discovered the heights of my pain. My muse had a nickname. I called her Devil Girl. I write these words to ease my sorrows. My name is Andrew.

This is our story.

 

after weeks of fighting
I stood outside the terminal
Allie had a plane ticket
Destination unknown to me
We had one final embrace
she fondled my crotch
In the middle of the crowd
I shook my head
She smiled and whispered
It will be forever be mine
She turned to walk away
Before entering the tunnel
A slight breeze lifted her dress
Exposing her bare bottom
To my tear filled eyes
It was a lonely trip back home
Followed by lonely months
Perhaps you won’t understand
We were interlocking pieces
Of an intricate puzzle
She zigged where I zagged
She filled my voids
Allie detested many things
She hated plain and routine
vanilla ice cream
Television and missionary
But in some sick
Unexplainable way
She loved an ordinary guy like me
I think of her often
I wonder how she is
she was so many things to me
but I remember Allie best
with three little words
Forever Devil Girl

Thank you for reading.

Devil Girl Diaries – 14 (Sex Club)

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Photo taken by moi.

Every man has that one unforgettable woman that will haunt him until his final day; the girl that got away. Allie detested television, vanilla ice cream, and missionary. She explored the depths of her sexuality; while I discovered the heights of my pain. My muse had a nickname. I called her Devil Girl. I write these words to ease my sorrows. My name is Andrew.

This is our story.

Naked in a sea of nakedness
My eyes searched for Allie
Why did I come to this sex club
lust and desire
to satisfy her curiosity
Or my own
Why did I take my eyes off of her
This was dangerous
Like taking an arsonist to a lumber yard
And this idiot
Gave her matches and lighter fluid
My heart beat like jungle drums
Where was she
I tried to sort through the images
Bodies writhing
Mouths kissing
She was nowhere to be found
Then I spotted a small crowd
My heart sank
Allie loved an audience
I slowly neared
Dreading what was coming
My eyes needed to see
What my heart would never accept
Looking over broad shoulders
I found the woman of my life
With three men
Hands explored the treasures
I thought were only mine
They did everything
But one thing bothered me
More than anything else
The look on her face
She was truly happy
With head bowed I walked away
It will never be the same Devil Girl

 

To be continued

 

Just Dessert

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And now back to the loving…..

Just Dessert

When he enters
she will be cooking
With an apron
and nothing else
he begins with a kiss
On her nape
his hand cups her breast
then he pours chocolate

She gasps
she was waiting
all day for this
she shuts her eyes
his hand moves
down her belly
she trembles
at his firmness

he pins her
against the counter
he takes her
and she smiles
because she
needed to be taken
they baptize the floor
what are kitchens for

they lick
they touch
slip and slide
as they make love
hunger satisfied
forget about dinner
they wanted
just dessert

Photo borrowed from Google Images.

Devil Girl Diaries – 13 (Taxi Ride)

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Photo taken by moi.

Every man has that one unforgettable woman that will haunt him until his final day; the girl that got away. Allie detested television, vanilla ice cream, and missionary. She explored the depths of her sexuality; while I discovered the heights of my pain. My muse had a nickname. I called her Devil Girl. I write these words to ease my sorrows. My name is Andrew.

This is our story.

Dinner and drinks were over
Perhaps I had one too many
Okay three or four too many
Allie led me out the restaurant
In her high heels and tiny skirt
She hailed a cab
I found comfort against a lamppost
The cab screeched to a halt
Allie pushed me inside
Bumped my head as I entered
Once seated the cab sped off
City Lights flashed like a kaleidoscope from hell
I leaned my head back
Relishing the peaceful night with no antics
Her hands caressed my thigh
I loved these rare moments
She tugged at my pants
“baby, you doing what” I asked
She freed willy
I uttered more drunken words
“you no can do that inside cab here”
It was a suggestion
Not a dare
She did it anyway
I watched the back of her pretty head
My mouth opened to speak
SIGH
cabbie adjusted his rearview mirror
oh, hell the what
my head fell back in ecstasy
I felt heaven
As I raced through hell
I love you Girl Devil

Until next week

Lonely Author: Introducing New Devil Girl Photo

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A warm thank you to all my friends and supporters.

Wanted to take a moment to introduce the new cover photo for my Devil Girl Diaries series.

The model is my spouse Allalidy (nicknamed Allie). She insisted that I use her nickname when I first started penning the series. After our overnight conversations, she reiterated the need to use her photo as well.  In case you are wondering, yes, I have her expressed written consent signed in blood (mine of course) to use this photo.

This photograph was taken by this humble chimp and not by any disturbed wordpress troll.