<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13945670</id><updated>2011-04-21T13:37:35.630-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Don's Erotic Thoughts</title><subtitle type='html'>A repository of Original Poems, and Erotic Stories. Guest "Appearances" by special friends shall also feature from time to time. Enjoy selected erotic images from other sources too.
If you like what you see, please post a comment.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://donq8y.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13945670/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://donq8y.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Don</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16764308015687212010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>43</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13945670.post-114530193966951781</id><published>2006-04-17T11:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-17T12:25:39.690-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Librarian Encounter  (An Erotic Story)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4904/1246/1600/fac7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4904/1246/320/fac7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"&gt;Librarian Encounter &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"&gt;                                               (Part 1)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;                                                       Copyright Don Abdul ©2006&lt;br /&gt;                                                                                →ж← &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;The breaking of dawn was a welcome event, as Dexter had been tossing and turning most of the night. What could possibly be the matter with Trudy, he asked himself for the umpteenth time. His emotions had been so erratic since their all too brief encounter in the fourth floor library room. The sweet memories of their magical moment would not be denied, as time and time again it intrudes on his worries at her behaviour. Her sexy lively eyes haunted his heart, and her luscious lips moved as though whispering an explanation in his troubled dream, yet whatever words she meant to speak were lost in the gale force wind of his confused bitter-sweet recollection of the events of the last week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He glanced at his bedside radio clock, Mnh! 6 O’clock, it had only been 8 hours, but it felt like ages. As he got ready for his morning run, he quietly resolves to seek her out and at least get an answer. Even if it is the last thing he did, he just had to have some closure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He went in to the library a little earlier than usual, having been unable to stand the suspense any longer. He was hoping to catch her early, moreover being a Saturday; the library would be scantily populated, so he reasoned they should be able to talk some.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As he neared the entrance, his stomach muscles again tightened up, and his nerves began to act up. His legs began to question the wisdom of going where he was headed, but he kept on walking. As he got closer to her desk, he felt it. Something just wasn’t right, but what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It suddenly dawned on him when he began to call out her name to get her attention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trudy…. Oh, I’m sorry, you’re not Trudy….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From behind Trudy’s desk, a woman in her early thirties, with a light brown complexion looked up at him. Upon noticing his look of confusion and near panic, she flashed him a reassuring smile, revealing a nice even set of bright white teeth. Her smile touching her lively brown eyes; I know, she said with a little friendly laughter in her voice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m Alicia; Trudy is off for the next couple of days, so I’m holding forth for her. How may I be of assistance Mr…?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please, Dexter……. Over the next few minutes, he made up some story about some reading materials he needed help finding. All the while wondering if he should perhaps ask the nice woman if she had Trudy’s phone number, but then realising that in the post 911 world such a question would be suspect (after all, technically he is still a stranger, even to Trudy), he decided against it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alicia was quite helpful with the search for the reading materials which he really didn’t need, and as he retired into a corner seat, his thoughts promptly returned to the events of the previous day, and his all too brief erotic encounter with Trudy in the fourth floor room, wondering if he perhaps did, or said anything to spook her. No it had to be more than that…. But what, for greater perspective, his analytical mind returned to the very beginning, to their first meeting, and the events leading up to their last encounter……&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dexter is an optimist who always looks to turn every misfortune into an opportunity. Consequently, after losing his job as a junior executive with a medium sized corporation he decided to relocate to another city, and enrol for a graduate program in the local university.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although he had decided not to dwell on it, the truth of his present employment situation, (or more precisely, lack of it) is that deep down in his heart Dexter views his inclusion on the redundancy list as grossly unfair. Although the anger he feels is hidden well below the surface, he recognizes the need to find a physical outlet for it. This he does by running, and working out in the gym everyday, and by indulging his voracious appetite for reading. It is therefore no surprise that he spends a great deal of time every afternoon at the library.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After searching unsuccessfully for some historical material for a research paper he was doing in the general reference section of the library late one summer afternoon, Dexter approached the duty librarian for assistance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ugh ghm!! He coughs to attract her attention; excuse me please ma’am….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The librarian looks up from the notes she had been scribbling on a legal pad beside her computer keyboard; yes please, how may I help you sir?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She appears to be in her early 40's, with auburn hair, and very warm blue eyes….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well sir? Her words interrupted his reverie; he was clearly, captivated by her eyes…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I’m sorry; I need your assistance in locating some reference material on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He spent the next few minutes explaining his needs to her and when he was done, she consulted her computer and rose to her feet, asking him to follow her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is a pretty, petite woman, he notes. About 5'2" tall, and plus sized. His eyes involuntarily drawn to her round pert ass, which swayed lasciviously as she walked on ahead of him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was explaining to him that the materials he sought were stored in the climate-controlled section on the fourth floor of the library. They stepped into the elevator and she pressed the button for the fourth floor. Dexter was standing a pace behind her and at 5’10’’; his height advantage allows him a good view over her shoulder. His naughty mind put her breasts at 34D's; firm and promising too, from the look of her cleavage, he thought, but those eyes take the prize any day. There is simply something deeply moving about them.&lt;br /&gt;Ping! The bell alerted him to their destination.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over the next week, he found out her name was Trudy, 44 year old and divorced for the past 4 years from her husband of 10 years. Incidentally, he also found out that she loved Harold Robbins novels and erotic poetry, just like he did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Their relationship though formal, had taken a little flirtatious turn, with most of the flirting done with the eyes, smiles and body language.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although they both tried very hard to appear casual about everything, the truth was that Dexter’s composure was always on the edge of total collapse when he was with Trudy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn! He wished she wouldn’t be so formal. He often wondered if her little flirtations were meant to be a signal to him that she was open to possibilities or just a way of being, sweet and nice. Her eyes always seemed so alive and very passionate. Her luscious lips often left him breathless with the burning desire to kiss them. Her mere presence fans the embers of his lust.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being unable to take any more, he decided on his next move. It’s a gamble, if he failed; well… he shrugged mentally as the contemplation of failure was too grim to entertain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was Friday night, and as usual, the population at the library was at its lowest, as most people were out on the town doing fun things. Dexter was sitting there pretending to be engrossed in his reading, but he was actually stealing looks at the clock.&lt;br /&gt;His heart began to pound as the hands of the clock approached 9 O’clock, his stomach was doing somersaults, but all that really had nothing to do with the clock, it was just a case of nerves, as he set out to execute his next move.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He approached her desk, and began; Trudy, could I please check up on some facts in the fourth floor room? She raised her head and looked intensely into his eyes, as though trying to discern his true motives, and then she gave him her trademark sexy smile. His throat became bone dry, and he tried hard to swallow. His prominent Adam’s apple bobbed up and down as his eyes zeroed in on her luscious lips. His stomach muscles tightened again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As she rose to her feet, he observed that she had on a body-hugging blouse with an open V-neck. The lower end of the V showed off her awesome cleavage. Her nipples seemed to be protruding through the fabric of her top (or was that just a figment of his horny imagination?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The story continues.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://360.yahoo.com/eroz_poetica_lives_on"&gt;Click here for the rest of the story&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13945670-114530193966951781?l=donq8y.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://donq8y.blogspot.com/feeds/114530193966951781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13945670&amp;postID=114530193966951781&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13945670/posts/default/114530193966951781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13945670/posts/default/114530193966951781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://donq8y.blogspot.com/2006/04/librarian-encounter-erotic-story.html' title='Librarian Encounter  (An Erotic Story)'/><author><name>Don</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16764308015687212010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13945670.post-114262307356347388</id><published>2006-03-17T11:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-17T11:17:53.566-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pound Of Flesh (An Erotic Poem)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4904/1246/1600/Pound%20of%20Flesh.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4904/1246/320/Pound%20of%20Flesh.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pound Of Flesh&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Copyright Don Abdul ©2006&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My first love&lt;br /&gt;My only ever love&lt;br /&gt;Plucking my ripe virgin fruit&lt;br /&gt;Savouring my juicy cherry&lt;br /&gt;Totally true as we made love and merry&lt;br /&gt;Giving my soul to you, as my release shakes me to my root&lt;br /&gt;Hanging on your every spoken word&lt;br /&gt;Your love meant the world&lt;br /&gt;We shared our laughs and cries&lt;br /&gt;Undying love and devotion until the ocean dries&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then out of the blue&lt;br /&gt;I saw an alien side of you&lt;br /&gt;Oh, how I curse that dark day in June&lt;br /&gt;When you did our beautiful thing ruin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’d been gone only a week&lt;br /&gt;And you're making freebies of ‘my’ dick&lt;br /&gt;Unknowing that the winds of fate&lt;br /&gt;Shall return me sooner rather than late&lt;br /&gt;And damn you man-whore&lt;br /&gt;You had my life, what woman could give more&lt;br /&gt;Certainly not the slut I caught you with&lt;br /&gt;Man-thieving bitch, gagging on ‘my’ black meat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stunned, in paralysis of word and thought&lt;br /&gt;My throat choking, feelings mortally hurt&lt;br /&gt;The bitch was moaning loud, as you rammed your shaft into her core&lt;br /&gt;Like a whore, she’s calling you daddy, begging for more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dejected tears running down my cheeks, yet y’all saw me not&lt;br /&gt;The fire of your lust was so hot&lt;br /&gt;Consuming all your senses&lt;br /&gt;Then suddenly the air tenses&lt;br /&gt;And as y’all screamed in the throes of orgasm&lt;br /&gt;Through my tears, I saw your desperate spasms&lt;br /&gt;Then only, did my gagged frustrations vent&lt;br /&gt;My wounded animal cries would not relent&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then only, you turned to behold my agony&lt;br /&gt;I’m thinking, kill the bitch, shoot the Mofo, or call my attorney&lt;br /&gt;Her terror sinks in and she scampers&lt;br /&gt;Her clothes in hand, trash, the stuff of dumpsters&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You stood there with your shameless flaccid dick&lt;br /&gt;Damn! You got caught; it must've been going on more than just a week&lt;br /&gt;Mouth opening and closing, yet your words fail&lt;br /&gt;As the scales fall from my eyes, I began to wail&lt;br /&gt;For my tortured soul&lt;br /&gt;For the broken vows, and our shattered whole&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The tears of regret make a course down your cheeks&lt;br /&gt;Yet how can I feel sorry for dirt&lt;br /&gt;You’re only gonna lie, and play more tricks&lt;br /&gt;You have no idea what my love is worth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sobbing your remorse, as I wipe my tears&lt;br /&gt;You sink to your knees at my feet&lt;br /&gt;First, I’ll wait ‘till my anger wears&lt;br /&gt;Then the dish of revenge I shall eat&lt;br /&gt;My solemn vow, to hit you back where it hurts&lt;br /&gt;I’ll make you suffer in all your thoughts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ll give you a chance to start afresh&lt;br /&gt;First, I shall exact my pound of flesh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I loved you with all my heart&lt;br /&gt;Yet in my home, you fucked that tart&lt;br /&gt;Too many lies and broken dreams&lt;br /&gt;Enough of living my life at your whims&lt;br /&gt;Now I must do for me, what my freak desires&lt;br /&gt;And you shall watch, as I quench my lust-kindled fires&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two men and a woman, is all that I ask&lt;br /&gt;And you my darling, shall only watch these do their task&lt;br /&gt;Two thick throbbing poles in deep, front and back&lt;br /&gt;A feminine soft tongue, licking my clit, rubbing my rack&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sit there and watch my foursome pleasure&lt;br /&gt;As these strangers, take what you did not treasure&lt;br /&gt;Endure our moans, groans, and our love cries&lt;br /&gt;Be cursed with the images as our shared lusty passions rise&lt;br /&gt;Riding a couple of dicks and eating another’s cunt&lt;br /&gt;This is me taking and giving all the fucking that I want&lt;br /&gt;As I soar to cloud nine&lt;br /&gt;Hear the symphony of our sex, theirs and mine&lt;br /&gt;Thrusting hips, arching backs,&lt;br /&gt;Throbbing dicks, tightening twats&lt;br /&gt;As I shout Oh, fuck! Cum inside me puleaaase!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Then at least, the thunderous release&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now here’s your chance to start afresh&lt;br /&gt;I have had my pound of flesh&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13945670-114262307356347388?l=donq8y.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://donq8y.blogspot.com/feeds/114262307356347388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13945670&amp;postID=114262307356347388&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13945670/posts/default/114262307356347388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13945670/posts/default/114262307356347388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://donq8y.blogspot.com/2006/03/pound-of-flesh-erotic-poem.html' title='Pound Of Flesh (An Erotic Poem)'/><author><name>Don</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16764308015687212010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13945670.post-114262269256666632</id><published>2006-03-17T10:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-17T11:11:32.773-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dream Eternal (An Erotic Poem)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4904/1246/1600/Dream%20Eternal.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4904/1246/320/Dream%20Eternal.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dream Eternal&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Copyright Don Abdul ©2005&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shh!! Say not a word&lt;br /&gt;Leave outside, worries of the world&lt;br /&gt;Sit back and relax&lt;br /&gt;Let me spoil you to the max&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Candle light&lt;br /&gt;Soft music, what a delight&lt;br /&gt;Chocolate, strawberries, whipped cream&lt;br /&gt;Tonight is the night, baby let’s make a dream&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Close your eyes&lt;br /&gt;Let your imagination soar&lt;br /&gt;Your anxieties, your inhibitions lower&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Part your lips, taste this chocolate&lt;br /&gt;Its sweetness, in your mouth I shall taste&lt;br /&gt;Umgh!&lt;br /&gt;Delicious, not the chocolate, you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let this go on for eternity&lt;br /&gt;Romantic reference for posterity&lt;br /&gt;This passionate embrace, this kiss&lt;br /&gt;As we soar to a place where no eagles dare&lt;br /&gt;Oooh! Here we are&lt;br /&gt;Clothed in chocolate, strawberries, and cream&lt;br /&gt;Right here, right now&lt;br /&gt;Our reality, our dream&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tense yet relaxed&lt;br /&gt;Bated breath, passion maxed&lt;br /&gt;Smelling your hair&lt;br /&gt;Nibbling your ear&lt;br /&gt;Voices husky with promises and requests&lt;br /&gt;Licking whipped cream off voluptuous breasts&lt;br /&gt;One first, then the other&lt;br /&gt;On and on, all over&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lie back my love&lt;br /&gt;Upon fragrant rose petals, let our sweet release evolve&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sexy lips, hungry mouth&lt;br /&gt;Vice versa, north to south&lt;br /&gt;Take it; suck it, my cream-dipped chocolate stick&lt;br /&gt;Your juicy, strawberry wetness, I gently lick&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh! This is Eden&lt;br /&gt;Moan…..cries…, ‘tween us there is noth hidden&lt;br /&gt;Sweet….sweet torture&lt;br /&gt;Deep sensual pleasure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would I this goes on for eternity&lt;br /&gt;Alas, we are temporal, cursed with brevity&lt;br /&gt;Oh sweetness, time is now……ugh!&lt;br /&gt;Let the man in me take the woman in you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thick, proud chocolate hardness&lt;br /&gt;Plunging….ever slowly….deeply into this haven&lt;br /&gt;So soft, hot, dripping wet place of sweetness&lt;br /&gt;Shivers, flutters, quivers, explosion of colors&lt;br /&gt;Deep intense….animal passion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Explosive release…..dissipation&lt;br /&gt;Seeds of life, elixir of love&lt;br /&gt;One from under, the other above&lt;br /&gt;Collapsing in a heap of love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cold hands of reality intrude&lt;br /&gt;No bother…..this dream is made eternal&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13945670-114262269256666632?l=donq8y.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://donq8y.blogspot.com/feeds/114262269256666632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13945670&amp;postID=114262269256666632&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13945670/posts/default/114262269256666632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13945670/posts/default/114262269256666632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://donq8y.blogspot.com/2006/03/dream-eternal-erotic-poem.html' title='Dream Eternal (An Erotic Poem)'/><author><name>Don</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16764308015687212010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13945670.post-114253714962960015</id><published>2006-03-16T11:14:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-16T11:25:49.630-08:00</updated><title type='text'>VEX ANOTHER DAY (An Erotic Poem)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4904/1246/1600/Vex%20Another%20Day.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4904/1246/320/Vex%20Another%20Day.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;VEX ANOTHER DAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Copyright Don Abdul©2005&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know you&lt;br /&gt;Who you are, what you’re doing to me, yes it’s true&lt;br /&gt;I keep on hoping that whatever you liked in me would linger&lt;br /&gt;Surviving to fair better in the near future too&lt;br /&gt;Thus, even when I’m mad at what u do, I keep my cool&lt;br /&gt;You got me wrapped around your little finger&lt;br /&gt;And I play the fool&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Always flirting, even fucking others behind my back&lt;br /&gt;I give you the world, so you’d never lack&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whenever I make up my mind&lt;br /&gt;In wanting our relationship redefined&lt;br /&gt;You show up in your body hugging dress&lt;br /&gt;No bra, no panties, just sweet nakedness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You sure know how to push my button&lt;br /&gt;With your sex you spoil me rotten&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Up and over your head&lt;br /&gt;Big firm breasts, shoved in my mouth&lt;br /&gt;Silencing all I should have said&lt;br /&gt;Your soft warm hands, reaching me, south&lt;br /&gt;Undoing my buttons, letting me free&lt;br /&gt;Only for a moment, as you commence the sucking of me&lt;br /&gt;Teasing me, licking me, growing me in size and might&lt;br /&gt;Oooh baby you’re doing me right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just then, you say; yes baby what did you wanna say?&lt;br /&gt;Hell baby gimme that wet pussy, lets talk another day&lt;br /&gt;Climbing over and sitting on my Christmas tree&lt;br /&gt;Tight hot cunt stroking my hardness...a 1 a 2 a 3&lt;br /&gt;Bending forward, sucking on my nipples&lt;br /&gt;Ahh, my anger, my frustration are now but cripples&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ass, breasts, all bouncing up and down&lt;br /&gt;The world outside our moans drown&lt;br /&gt;With cum your pussy quivers, massaging my dick&lt;br /&gt;Fuelling my release, how strange, this tongue that I speak&lt;br /&gt;As I drench your hot vagina, with fluid of my own&lt;br /&gt;Cum, yours and mine, dripping down my fleshy bone&lt;br /&gt;I’ll revel in this sweetness today&lt;br /&gt;And vex another day&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13945670-114253714962960015?l=donq8y.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://donq8y.blogspot.com/feeds/114253714962960015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13945670&amp;postID=114253714962960015&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13945670/posts/default/114253714962960015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13945670/posts/default/114253714962960015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://donq8y.blogspot.com/2006/03/vex-another-day-erotic-poem.html' title='VEX ANOTHER DAY (An Erotic Poem)'/><author><name>Don</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16764308015687212010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13945670.post-114253685135690520</id><published>2006-03-16T11:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-16T11:20:51.370-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fulfil My Need (An Erotic Poem)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4904/1246/1600/Fuifil%20my%20need.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4904/1246/320/Fuifil%20my%20need.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Fulfil&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;My Need&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Copyright Don Abdul ©2006&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will nurture you to fullness of strength&lt;br /&gt;My loving tenderness would not relent&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bath you shaft in the wetness of my tongue&lt;br /&gt;Feel you grow thick and oh! Long&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As your one eye shed the tear of joy that’s your precum&lt;br /&gt;I will baptize your head in my spittle, slippery and warm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lick and rub your soft tight balls&lt;br /&gt;The more I give you, the louder your love cries, you mating calls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon my labour of love shall you reward&lt;br /&gt;Your manhood grows thicker, bigger, soon shall follow the great flood&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hip thrust, balls tight, dispensing great spurts love seed&lt;br /&gt;Oh lover, fill my hungry mouth, fulfil my need&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please do not stop&lt;br /&gt;Least until I milk your manhood of the very last drop&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13945670-114253685135690520?l=donq8y.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://donq8y.blogspot.com/feeds/114253685135690520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13945670&amp;postID=114253685135690520&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13945670/posts/default/114253685135690520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13945670/posts/default/114253685135690520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://donq8y.blogspot.com/2006/03/fulfil-my-need-erotic-poem.html' title='Fulfil My Need (An Erotic Poem)'/><author><name>Don</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16764308015687212010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13945670.post-114184371086753975</id><published>2006-03-08T10:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-08T10:48:30.870-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Seven Whole Days (An Erotic Poem)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4904/1246/1600/Seven%20Whole%20Days%20Post.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4904/1246/320/Seven%20Whole%20Days%20Post.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Seven Whole Days&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Copyrights Don Abdul ©2006&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is something wrong with my eyes&lt;br /&gt;I cannot take them off you&lt;br /&gt;It didn’t take me a moment to realise&lt;br /&gt;How my soul yearns for you&lt;br /&gt;From your little actions to the complex&lt;br /&gt;The beauty of your soul reflects&lt;br /&gt;The twinkle in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;Soft feminine strength in disguise&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I had a week to live and dream with you&lt;br /&gt;To act out my passion so deep so true&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would spend 2 days licking you nipples&lt;br /&gt;Caressing and suckling your tits&lt;br /&gt;Feeling your body succumb to ripples after ripples&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 days to pet your wetness, spreading those lips&lt;br /&gt;Sucking on your clit and tonguing your vulva&lt;br /&gt;Until its spews like a Geyser&lt;br /&gt;Bathing my face in your essence&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 days tossing your salad&lt;br /&gt;Loosening the behind of you&lt;br /&gt;Tongue, finger, and then a little toy&lt;br /&gt;Calming, your fears, as one still so new&lt;br /&gt;Gently slipping my throbbing veined member&lt;br /&gt;One little inch after another&lt;br /&gt;Resting, feeling the snug fit, as lust overtakes anxiety&lt;br /&gt;Loving every thrust as you throw it right back, seeking yet another&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One last day to tie it all up&lt;br /&gt;Make love to all your five senses, all at once&lt;br /&gt;Loving you softly, fucking you hard, filling your cup&lt;br /&gt;Enjoying your moans, then contracting your passionate screams&lt;br /&gt;Making our week evergreen, the stuff of dreams&lt;br /&gt;Every second of every minute of every hour of everyday&lt;br /&gt;A real Wow! Fun, fun, fun all the way&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13945670-114184371086753975?l=donq8y.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://donq8y.blogspot.com/feeds/114184371086753975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13945670&amp;postID=114184371086753975&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13945670/posts/default/114184371086753975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13945670/posts/default/114184371086753975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://donq8y.blogspot.com/2006/03/seven-whole-days-erotic-poem.html' title='Seven Whole Days (An Erotic Poem)'/><author><name>Don</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16764308015687212010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13945670.post-114184344742788120</id><published>2006-03-08T10:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-08T10:44:07.443-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Foot For Thought (An Erotic Poem)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4904/1246/1600/Foot%20For%20Thought%20Post.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4904/1246/320/Foot%20For%20Thought%20Post.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Foot For Thought&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Copyright Don Abdul ©2006&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you rub my feet you ask?&lt;br /&gt;How strange for a beauty to seek that task&lt;br /&gt;You take my feet and begin to rub and tease them&lt;br /&gt;Adjusting my dress, I lift the hem&lt;br /&gt;Closing my eyes, I feel you continue&lt;br /&gt;Mmm, I feel the gathering of my honeydew&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;What pretty, delicate feet&lt;br /&gt;Just tenderly loving them make me complete&lt;br /&gt;As I rub and massage every pressure point, ohhhh&lt;br /&gt;Fair exchange of sighs, soft moans, tease, your sweet lips forms an O&lt;br /&gt;This foot massage is for us both such a treat&lt;br /&gt;As I love your soft, smooth foot, our eyes meet&lt;br /&gt;You hold my gaze, and part your silken thighs&lt;br /&gt;Just then, the essence of your sex whips me into a high of highs&lt;br /&gt;Oh please don’t stop you moan, I love your flow&lt;br /&gt;Lifting your foot to my lips, I swirl my hot tongue over your manicured toe&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13945670-114184344742788120?l=donq8y.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://donq8y.blogspot.com/feeds/114184344742788120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13945670&amp;postID=114184344742788120&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13945670/posts/default/114184344742788120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13945670/posts/default/114184344742788120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://donq8y.blogspot.com/2006/03/foot-for-thought-erotic-poem.html' title='Foot For Thought (An Erotic Poem)'/><author><name>Don</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16764308015687212010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13945670.post-113968495109386021</id><published>2006-02-11T11:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-11T11:09:11.093-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Seduction (An Erotic Poem)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4904/1246/1600/Seduction%20Final%20cut.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4904/1246/320/Seduction%20Final%20cut.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Seduction&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Copyright Don Abdul ©2006&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From our moment of small talk&lt;br /&gt;Watching her every movement&lt;br /&gt;Losing sight of the clock&lt;br /&gt;My heart in turmoil, I mask my excitement&lt;br /&gt;Oh goodness, this girl is beautiful, funny, and smart&lt;br /&gt;I’m trembling at the breath taking sight&lt;br /&gt;Of her big titties and an phat succulent ass&lt;br /&gt;Oh, give me a room, candles, red wine and smooth jazz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dayum! These lustful thoughts, making me wet&lt;br /&gt;Pounding my heart, soaking my brow in sweat&lt;br /&gt;I’m lost in the rhythm of her sexy voice&lt;br /&gt;I see now that I have no choice&lt;br /&gt;Of my ache, my desire I must be blunt&lt;br /&gt;I might get lucky, or worse get burnt&lt;br /&gt;Yet try I must to make her mine&lt;br /&gt;Scary but worthwhile, what a gold mine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I whisper in her ear&lt;br /&gt;Laying my hot breath with great care&lt;br /&gt;My body is tingling&lt;br /&gt;My nipples are hardening&lt;br /&gt;My pussy is dripping, with anticipation&lt;br /&gt;Then I’m awash with feelings of emancipation&lt;br /&gt;As her tense lips break into a sweet sexy smile&lt;br /&gt;Mmm! Those hard nipples poking through her tank top&lt;br /&gt;The door is a few feet away, yet it feels like a mile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Door shut&lt;br /&gt;Damn, in a flash we’re groping, oh so hot&lt;br /&gt;Ripping at each others clothing&lt;br /&gt;Grabbing her thong, tugging at it with my teeth&lt;br /&gt;Savoring the sweet smell of her pussy, that special something&lt;br /&gt;Kissing my way down to her sexy feet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Touching her beautiful skin&lt;br /&gt;Kissing those luscious lips, I win&lt;br /&gt;Smothering her neck with soft sweet kisses&lt;br /&gt;Licking, biting, moving down to her pierced erect nipples&lt;br /&gt;Chasing the butterflies down to her navel&lt;br /&gt;As the mystery of her lust, begins to unravel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tasting the slippery, peachy saltiness of her juice&lt;br /&gt;Tongue bathing her clit, in the wetness that I induce&lt;br /&gt;Oh delicious pussy if ever I ate one&lt;br /&gt;Slow, and easy, as long as it takes ‘till I am done&lt;br /&gt;Licking away in between her thick silken thighs&lt;br /&gt;She is quivering, gyrating, how I love her moans and sighs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fingering her cunt, flicking her swollen clit&lt;br /&gt;A potent explosion in her stomachs pit&lt;br /&gt;She yells, Oh God I’m Cumming!!!&lt;br /&gt;Her whole being trembling&lt;br /&gt;A final thrust of her hips&lt;br /&gt;And she sheds her wet, sticky juices on my lips&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13945670-113968495109386021?l=donq8y.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://donq8y.blogspot.com/feeds/113968495109386021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13945670&amp;postID=113968495109386021&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13945670/posts/default/113968495109386021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13945670/posts/default/113968495109386021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://donq8y.blogspot.com/2006/02/seduction-erotic-poem_113968495109386021.html' title='Seduction (An Erotic Poem)'/><author><name>Don</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16764308015687212010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13945670.post-113838337450666590</id><published>2006-01-27T09:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-27T09:36:14.543-08:00</updated><title type='text'>In The Broom Closet (An Erotic Story)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4904/1246/1600/closet.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4904/1246/320/closet.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;In The Broom Closet&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Copyright Don Abdul ©2006&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;→ж←&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jay has been sitting by the window, looking down into the street below since he got home from work an hour ago. Damn! He’s hungry but too excited to eat; he’s worn out but too damn excited to sleep. What the hell just happened, he asks himself for the hundredth time. Hell, did it really happen or did his fertile imagination make it all up.&lt;br /&gt;Well it surely did happen. Hell I even remember her exact words; “…….this is just the beginning, you’ll see…..”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And boy! Would I love to see….Oh yes I sure would too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unconsciously, he shouts out; Dayum! As his mind goes over the events of that morning……….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jay has only been working as a janitor in the apartment building for a couple of months, but he knows every person in the building by their names.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are all good people, but Keisha is a different kettle of fish. She’s been known to undergo sudden mood swings, like a car making 0 to 80 mph in just under 5 seconds. “A real bitch, with an attitude, and a razor sharp tongue to match” was how the old janitor described her to Jay on his last day on the job. So as a pre-caution, Jay has tried to keep out of her way for the most part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the last couple of week however, Keisha has been giving Jay the raunchy come on. Furthermore, no day goes by without her seeking him out, and teasing his black ass senseless with her freaky clothes that are designed to flaunt her considerable natural resources.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On this day, she returns in the middle of the lunch hour. And after riding the elevator up to her floor, she returns to the little janitors office, and gives the story that in her hurry to get home she forgot the key to her apartment back at the office. She is so angry at herself for the stupidity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jay offers her a seat so she could chill out for a bit and regain her composure. As she moves towards the chair, her purse drops to the floor, and as she bend down to retrieve it, her chocolate 38cs almost pop out of her low cut bra. Jay’s eyes bulge out as though they are going to pop out of his head; the whole thing seems to be happening in slow motion. As she retrieves her purse, she stops still bent over, and then she looks up at jay, and gives him a mischievous smile, and a tiny almost inconspicuous wink. The same kind of wink her has seen before but is never quite sure if she actually winked or if his horny mind is making it up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She stands up and settles down into the chair. As she seats down, her black leather mini skirt rides higher up her thighs, and from where jay is sitting, he could see the beauty of her shapely legs, her smooth things encased in brown nylon hose, and higher still in the shadow cast by her skirt, he is almost certain he sees through the opening of her crotchless panties.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As he takes these all in, he feels his cock growing harder by the second; soon it is throbbing with every breath he takes. Then he hears her voice from so far away….&lt;br /&gt;I’m sorry, what was that again, Miss Vandross?&lt;br /&gt;Dayum! You sure was so far gone to cocoo-land brotha….. She laughs softly, with a mischievous glint in her sexy eyes.&lt;br /&gt;I thought I heard some commotion out in the hall.&lt;br /&gt;Instinctively, he rises to go and investigate. His mind is telling him to get as far away from this freaky tease of a woman before he gets into some real trouble.&lt;br /&gt;As he stands up and away from the desk, the tent in his pants, betray his massive erection, he felt rather than saw her hungry, teasing, look, as she admires the present architecture of his crotch. Dayum Jay! Some hard ware you got right there brotha…… she laughs and winks at him.&lt;br /&gt;If only a brotha could blush, he’d be beet-red right now.&lt;br /&gt;Embarrassed beyond words, he leaves the room without a single word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When he returns a few minutes later, his dick is now semi hard. Its outlines still visible as a gentle bulge. When he looks towards her he notices that a couple of buttons are now undone at the top of her blouse than before. He remains standing, as though to hint her that the visit is way past over. She pays him no heed. Instead she begins to freshen up her make up. Applying a sexy red lip rouge knall. Then she points at the door to his left; that a bathroom? I need to rearrange my underwear a lill bit.&lt;br /&gt;No ma’am it’s the broom closet.&lt;br /&gt;Well, I guess it would have to do then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As she uncrosses her sexy legs Jay’s breathe catches in his dry throat. He is certain what sees in the flash of her movement is her wet swollen pussy lips. Adding to his excitement is the fact that her pussy is as bald s an eagle. His erection not only returned but it does so with a vengeance. As she walks up to him, as though to pass by him, she stops. The sexy fragrance of her perfume arousing him even more. She drops her hands and feels his crotch, and then she grabs hold of the tent in his pant. Dayum brotha! Now it’s gonna be mighty unfortunate if y’all go busting a nut just from the sight of a woman, you know. Now I think I know just the thing to be done to fix you huge hardware problem. She opens the door and leads him by the cock into the broom closet. It turns out to be an 8x8 inch room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She locks the door from the inside, and then removes pants and pulls out his dick through the front of his boxers. Then she sat on the bench; she startes off by licking his head cleaning it of precum first before she starts working the whole thick shaft into her hungry mouth. Soon she is jacking, sucking his dick all at the same damn time. Oh fuck yeah! Jay whispers under his breath as he feels her tongue rotating around his throbbing manhood. Then she did the abominable, suddenly she stopped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What the fuck, jay is about to blurt out….&lt;br /&gt;Mmm, patience lover boy, she teases him…&lt;br /&gt;Turn around will you…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having no idea what she has in mind, he obeys without complaints, the mystery of her teasing ways exciting him already.&lt;br /&gt;He faces the wall with his arms extended so he’s leaning forward. Keisha reaches between my thighs and pulls his dick backwards and starts sucking it again. He feels uncomfortable in that awkward position initially, but as she works her oral magic all over his pulsing black meat, he soon forgets about the discomfort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She sucks on his dick harder and licking up the underside of his shaft. Whilst sucking she is sucking her finger steadily, making it wet in preparation for her master stroke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jay feels the heat of her probing tongue licking around his asshole, and soon she is pushing deeper into his tight anus, sending shivers through him. She stops stroking his shaft, and return the head of his dick into her mouth. As he is moaning to the slushy, sound of her mouth sucking away furiously he feels her soft wet finger invade his asshole, as she fingers his ass in and out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His tortured mind can only take so much, yet she pushes him even harder as she works her finger over his prostate. His body begins to shudder and she realizes its time. She takes him deeper into her mouth, scooting closer and higher under his balls, as his powerful thighs clamp her head in place while his prick shoots spurt after hot spurt of roaring cum down her throat. Even as he is spurting, she is sucking more and more, even suctioning the last few drops straight from his balls. Finally he relaxes and sighs heavily, and his half hard dick, still in my mouth, slides out of her mouth with a loud pop, and pointing straight at the floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They clean up, and rearrange themselves and as he is about to open the door for her, she pulls him close, her ample tits pushing against his chest, and she kisses him deeply. Just before they disengage, she whispers softly in his ears; I love your beautiful black meat brotha, this is just the beginning, you’ll see…..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The end&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13945670-113838337450666590?l=donq8y.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://donq8y.blogspot.com/feeds/113838337450666590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13945670&amp;postID=113838337450666590&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13945670/posts/default/113838337450666590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13945670/posts/default/113838337450666590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://donq8y.blogspot.com/2006/01/in-broom-closet-erotic-story.html' title='In The Broom Closet (An Erotic Story)'/><author><name>Don</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16764308015687212010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13945670.post-113475261573134343</id><published>2005-12-16T08:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-16T09:03:35.746-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oral Release (An Erotic Poem)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4904/1246/1600/Oral%20pls.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4904/1246/320/Oral%20pls.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Oral Release&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Don ©2005&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brushing past each other&lt;br /&gt;On several occasions&lt;br /&gt;Catching the whiff of your CK Obsession&lt;br /&gt;Reaching beyond my nose to stir my passion&lt;br /&gt;With your signature backward glance&lt;br /&gt;I know the feeling is mutual&lt;br /&gt;How long shall we maintain this dance?&lt;br /&gt;Is this deceit meant to be perpetual?&lt;br /&gt;I just wonder&lt;br /&gt;My anticipation ripping my heart asunder&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At last here we are&lt;br /&gt;Away from the prying eyes of the world&lt;br /&gt;Stealing the moment as best we dare&lt;br /&gt;Our craving for each other begins to unfold&lt;br /&gt;Reveling in the beauty of our nudity&lt;br /&gt;Your wet softness, my turgidity&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your nipples harden upon my touch&lt;br /&gt;Goose bumps gracing my caress&lt;br /&gt;In between your silken thighs, I watch&lt;br /&gt;As your delicate fingers flick and tease in your wetness&lt;br /&gt;The fragrance of you intoxicating the man in me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kneel before your temple of pleasure&lt;br /&gt;And I’m lost to the moment&lt;br /&gt;Licking the wetness from your fine fingers&lt;br /&gt;Letting my lower lips rub over your swollen ones&lt;br /&gt;Your back arches as the liquid fire in my tongue&lt;br /&gt;Burns deep through the wetness into your sexual soul&lt;br /&gt;Teasing them, spreading them, sucking on them&lt;br /&gt;Your moans testimonial to the pleasure you receive&lt;br /&gt;Reaching deeper into soft juicy pinkness&lt;br /&gt;Working my tongue in and out deep and fast&lt;br /&gt;I explore for nectar, your juice of life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ass bucking….thrusting forward smearing my face&lt;br /&gt;I feel the warmth, the fragrance, the delicious creamy mess&lt;br /&gt;Painting the art of our collective passion&lt;br /&gt;Upon the canvass of my face&lt;br /&gt;As I take your erect pink clit in my mouth&lt;br /&gt;And through it sucking away the sexual frustration&lt;br /&gt;The lost time, the unfulfilled desires of years upon years&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly, my head is gripped in a vice&lt;br /&gt;My eyes, my ears, mouth and nose all trapped&lt;br /&gt;Prisoners of passion in your sex triangle&lt;br /&gt;Yet the force of your soul rending orgasmic scream&lt;br /&gt;Ripples through out your body…&lt;br /&gt;Resonating through mine, fuelling my own release&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One moment later, we lay spent in each others arms&lt;br /&gt;United in our defeat of sexual deprivation&lt;br /&gt;In our mutual fulfillment, our sexual bliss&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13945670-113475261573134343?l=donq8y.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://donq8y.blogspot.com/feeds/113475261573134343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13945670&amp;postID=113475261573134343&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13945670/posts/default/113475261573134343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13945670/posts/default/113475261573134343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://donq8y.blogspot.com/2005/12/oral-release-erotic-poem.html' title='Oral Release (An Erotic Poem)'/><author><name>Don</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16764308015687212010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13945670.post-113063480188689081</id><published>2005-10-29T18:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-29T18:13:21.900-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Live</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4904/1246/1600/Live2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4904/1246/320/Live2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Live &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Don©2005&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life may be unfair&lt;br /&gt;Harsher in its judgement every passing year&lt;br /&gt;Loss of youth a great concern&lt;br /&gt;To those who hoarded that priceless gem&lt;br /&gt;Regret is for them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You live but once&lt;br /&gt;So enjoy life, have fun by the tonnes&lt;br /&gt;For when the night comes&lt;br /&gt;Then aunts, uncles, dads and moms&lt;br /&gt;Shall wear their smiles, and their joy&lt;br /&gt;At memories of life’s little treasures, and lots to enjoy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So you’re 55,&lt;br /&gt;Get off your fat butt, go out and enjoy life&lt;br /&gt;Quit feeling sorry for yourself&lt;br /&gt;Leave your worries on the shelf&lt;br /&gt;Reach out with a warm smile&lt;br /&gt;Call out to someone, in that sexy voice&lt;br /&gt;Like you haven’t done for a while&lt;br /&gt;Find someone of your choice&lt;br /&gt;Laugh with them, have fun&lt;br /&gt;Under the stars, in the moonlight, in the sun&lt;br /&gt;And when you feel great about you&lt;br /&gt;Hold them, kiss them and have sex too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come on, take the first step&lt;br /&gt;Do not hesitate to ask for help&lt;br /&gt;Love walks in mysterious ways&lt;br /&gt;Might be a younger male that lights the fire in your night and your days&lt;br /&gt;Take what you most enjoy from life&lt;br /&gt;Even if you have to make a 19 year old husband or wife&lt;br /&gt;Drink freely, the wine of life, now’s no time for contest&lt;br /&gt;It’s a time to live life to the fullest&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13945670-113063480188689081?l=donq8y.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://donq8y.blogspot.com/feeds/113063480188689081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13945670&amp;postID=113063480188689081&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13945670/posts/default/113063480188689081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13945670/posts/default/113063480188689081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://donq8y.blogspot.com/2005/10/live.html' title='Live'/><author><name>Don</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16764308015687212010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13945670.post-112875040056274109</id><published>2005-10-07T22:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-07T22:46:40.570-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Prayer for Jane Doe</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4904/1246/1600/jane%20doe.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4904/1246/320/jane%20doe.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Prayer for Jane Doe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Copyright ©2005 Don&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;(This piece is especially dedicated to all women (Jane Doe)&lt;br /&gt;involved in abusive relationships, but feel helpless or unable&lt;br /&gt;to quit…..No one can put a stop to it but you.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this solemn moment&lt;br /&gt;My soul endures emotional torment&lt;br /&gt;Images flashing, one and then another&lt;br /&gt;Oh how I love you, but you love another&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember that cold rainy night&lt;br /&gt;When I found you, cast out from a bloody fight&lt;br /&gt;Your bruised face, split lip tell the tale&lt;br /&gt;Shuffling along, tired, wet, dignity at the bottom of the scale&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back at my place, food in your belly, coffee in hand&lt;br /&gt;You refuse to say, how it all came about&lt;br /&gt;Washed, and dressed in my shirt, your beauty leaps out&lt;br /&gt;Whao! I thought, as I tried to understand&lt;br /&gt;Why any man in his sane mind would hurt you&lt;br /&gt;Yet you lie for him, and protect him&lt;br /&gt;Though he pummels you until your lights dim&lt;br /&gt;I see other bruises, obviously this ordeal isn’t new&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We became friends, soul mates, lovers too&lt;br /&gt;Our lovemaking pure heavenly bliss&lt;br /&gt;Magic in our every kiss&lt;br /&gt;You said you love me, I believe you do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know I’ll protect you&lt;br /&gt;No hands that have touched and caressed you&lt;br /&gt;Shall be raised against you ever again&lt;br /&gt;For all eternity true to this vow I shall remain&lt;br /&gt;Unlike the other, never will I neglect, or abuse you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I awake one morning and you’re gone&lt;br /&gt;Your note says it all, to the woman beater you return&lt;br /&gt;It was all your “fault”, yet he apologized&lt;br /&gt;The error of his “temper” he has realized&lt;br /&gt;This, for the fifth time in a couple of years&lt;br /&gt;Downcast, my knees buckle, under the weight of my fears&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right here on my knees I’m curious&lt;br /&gt;How long before he gets so furious&lt;br /&gt;At something you say or do&lt;br /&gt;And beats you till you’re black n blue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May the Lord open your heart, your eyes, and help you see&lt;br /&gt;You don’t need him to be whatever you want to be&lt;br /&gt;Help you hear beyond the shout and scream&lt;br /&gt;Help you realise your self esteem&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13945670-112875040056274109?l=donq8y.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://donq8y.blogspot.com/feeds/112875040056274109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13945670&amp;postID=112875040056274109&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13945670/posts/default/112875040056274109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13945670/posts/default/112875040056274109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://donq8y.blogspot.com/2005/10/prayer-for-jane-doe.html' title='Prayer for Jane Doe'/><author><name>Don</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16764308015687212010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13945670.post-112760392298618604</id><published>2005-09-24T15:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-24T16:35:34.010-07:00</updated><title type='text'>RHONDA ZONE (Erotic Poem)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4904/1246/1600/total_package_video_pics1601.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4904/1246/320/total_package_video_pics1601.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Rhonda Zone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Don ©2004&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere in a place of twilight&lt;br /&gt;Of gentle sound, subdued light&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Midway ‘tween waking and slumber&lt;br /&gt;Heavenly feeling, the kind to remember&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Losing myself to pleasures of the flesh&lt;br /&gt;Thirsting for vintage so warm, so fresh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is this a dream? I wonder&lt;br /&gt;Have I crossed to the great yonder?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There’s more&lt;br /&gt;If all of it I can recall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah…an angel called Rhonda&lt;br /&gt;Oh how I crave to put her under&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hold and caress her&lt;br /&gt;Bend her over&lt;br /&gt;Rubbing her, teasing her, till the night is older&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thick, hard, curvy, and throbbing like hell&lt;br /&gt;Grabbing her hair, dipping her well&lt;br /&gt;Savoring her special smell&lt;br /&gt;Relishing her pleasure yell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feeling me, hailing me, saying yo!&lt;br /&gt;Hey motherfucker pounding my hole&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m throwing my shit back at ya,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck me some more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When it’s all done…&lt;br /&gt;The sexual tension, and tightness all gone&lt;br /&gt;Lazy smile on my sexy lips, I look in her eyes&lt;br /&gt;Oh! I could keep this up till the river dries&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly it dawns; it’s not a dream&lt;br /&gt;I haven’t crossed to another realm&lt;br /&gt;I’m only right here… on my own&lt;br /&gt;At the edge of the Rhonda zone&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13945670-112760392298618604?l=donq8y.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://donq8y.blogspot.com/feeds/112760392298618604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13945670&amp;postID=112760392298618604&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13945670/posts/default/112760392298618604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13945670/posts/default/112760392298618604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://donq8y.blogspot.com/2005/09/rhonda-zone-erotic-poem.html' title='RHONDA ZONE (Erotic Poem)'/><author><name>Don</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16764308015687212010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13945670.post-112613082784935446</id><published>2005-09-07T14:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-07T15:07:07.860-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Black Meat Gourmet</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4904/1246/1600/Black%20Meat%20Gourmet.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4904/1246/320/Black%20Meat%20Gourmet.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Black Meat Gourmet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Don ©2005&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s been ages&lt;br /&gt;Your hunger surely rages&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Evident in the dreamy look in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;Pleading for a chocolate meal big and nice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart sings at the prospect&lt;br /&gt;You’re a gourmet to respect&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pure delight to watch, and feel as you dine&lt;br /&gt;Feasting on thick helping of huge black meat, then sipping my wine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And savoring thick creamy desert&lt;br /&gt;After you pop my nuts in your mouth&lt;br /&gt;Licking them, sucking them, having me ‘bust a nut’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not a drop, escapes your loving tongue&lt;br /&gt;Your voracious appetite says it all.... it's been so long&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13945670-112613082784935446?l=donq8y.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://donq8y.blogspot.com/feeds/112613082784935446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13945670&amp;postID=112613082784935446&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13945670/posts/default/112613082784935446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13945670/posts/default/112613082784935446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://donq8y.blogspot.com/2005/09/black-meat-gourmet.html' title='Black Meat Gourmet'/><author><name>Don</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16764308015687212010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13945670.post-112405672373798163</id><published>2005-08-14T14:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-14T14:58:43.746-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I AM LISTENING</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4904/1246/1600/p07.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4904/1246/320/p07.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I AM LISTENING&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Copyright ©2005 Don&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love has treated you unkindly&lt;br /&gt;The men, not the women&lt;br /&gt;For in them you found solace&lt;br /&gt;A caring heart&lt;br /&gt;Tender loving care&lt;br /&gt;Soft touch, soothing the scars&lt;br /&gt;Left upon your consciousness by the sons of Adam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am listening…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though you extract a pound of flesh&lt;br /&gt;My flesh, for the sins of my kind&lt;br /&gt;And curse me out for every act of faith&lt;br /&gt;I remain right here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am listening…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Calm and collected, suspicion in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;Questioning my every thought&lt;br /&gt;Heaping endless tirades&lt;br /&gt;Throwing childish tantrums&lt;br /&gt;I sit through it all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am listening………….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you let me through the door&lt;br /&gt;We faced the reality&lt;br /&gt;That you threw away the key ages ago&lt;br /&gt;As I remain in limbo&lt;br /&gt;Neither inside, nor out&lt;br /&gt;Within touching distance of your heart&lt;br /&gt;Yet light years away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still I am listening…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As receive the gift of your body&lt;br /&gt;You and I devouring each other&lt;br /&gt;Indulging our physical needs&lt;br /&gt;A melding of our sex&lt;br /&gt;Yet our hearts and emotions remain immiscible&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still I am listening…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, tonight&lt;br /&gt;As our souls lock&lt;br /&gt;In intense orgasmic embrace&lt;br /&gt;I see ever so briefly through the window&lt;br /&gt;Into the true you&lt;br /&gt;At that rare moment of cuddly interlude&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am listening…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You let me into your head&lt;br /&gt;As you let it all out&lt;br /&gt;The frustration, the fear, the extreme resentment&lt;br /&gt;Though women do pleasure you&lt;br /&gt;Your minds eye sees only a man&lt;br /&gt;I lay there holding you in my armsListening…&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13945670-112405672373798163?l=donq8y.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://donq8y.blogspot.com/feeds/112405672373798163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13945670&amp;postID=112405672373798163&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13945670/posts/default/112405672373798163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13945670/posts/default/112405672373798163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://donq8y.blogspot.com/2005/08/i-am-listening.html' title='I AM LISTENING'/><author><name>Don</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16764308015687212010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13945670.post-112364650072977372</id><published>2005-08-09T20:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-09T21:01:40.736-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SCENT OF A WOMAN</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4904/1246/1600/art0008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4904/1246/320/art0008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;SCENT OF A WOMAN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Copyright ©2005 Don&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laying out here by the pool&lt;br /&gt;Soaking up the sun&lt;br /&gt;Drink by my side so sweaty cool&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From deep within my mind&lt;br /&gt;From that collage of smells&lt;br /&gt;Perception of smell the blind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is the one&lt;br /&gt;The scent that stirs me to arousal&lt;br /&gt;Venting erotic memories of times long gone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heightening my thirst for raw she juice&lt;br /&gt;My hunger for wet swollen lips&lt;br /&gt;Letting my desire loose&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before my eyes&lt;br /&gt;A tent erects&lt;br /&gt;To calm my hunger, self-love shall not suffice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I crave the feeling, the tasting, the eating, and the doing&lt;br /&gt;The musky, aphrodisiac, pulse racing smell&lt;br /&gt;That is the scent of a woman&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13945670-112364650072977372?l=donq8y.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://donq8y.blogspot.com/feeds/112364650072977372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13945670&amp;postID=112364650072977372&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13945670/posts/default/112364650072977372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13945670/posts/default/112364650072977372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://donq8y.blogspot.com/2005/08/scent-of-woman.html' title='SCENT OF A WOMAN'/><author><name>Don</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16764308015687212010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13945670.post-112336208688896094</id><published>2005-08-06T13:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-06T14:01:26.896-07:00</updated><title type='text'>WAITING</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4904/1246/1600/MCW-SDC-TW005-Unknown.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4904/1246/320/MCW-SDC-TW005-Unknown.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Waiting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Don ©2005&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your promised return&lt;br /&gt;Leaves me breathless with anticipation&lt;br /&gt;Reminiscing, our life of lusty fun&lt;br /&gt;Though I never knew your true intention&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many lonely nights have come and gone&lt;br /&gt;My desire getting stronger, I cry tears of frustration&lt;br /&gt;Starting at every sound outside&lt;br /&gt;Seeing your face everywhere I turn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Touching myself no longer suffices&lt;br /&gt;My soul yearns for your pleasant surprises&lt;br /&gt;My breasts swollen with longing for you&lt;br /&gt;Come to me, whatever you want I’ll do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mere thoughts of you makes me wet&lt;br /&gt;Though you hardly ever said a dozen words&lt;br /&gt;My nipples, tiny rocks, yearning for your able touch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My clitoris tingling, wishing for your knowing tongue&lt;br /&gt;Knowing what you feel for me isn’t so strong&lt;br /&gt;Yet no one ever takes me like you do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You’re bad for me, but you make me whole&lt;br /&gt;You sate my desire, yet torture my soul&lt;br /&gt;Others offer platters, their hearts there upon&lt;br /&gt;Yet I await your promised return&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13945670-112336208688896094?l=donq8y.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://donq8y.blogspot.com/feeds/112336208688896094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13945670&amp;postID=112336208688896094&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13945670/posts/default/112336208688896094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13945670/posts/default/112336208688896094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://donq8y.blogspot.com/2005/08/waiting.html' title='WAITING'/><author><name>Don</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16764308015687212010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13945670.post-112303232230290430</id><published>2005-08-02T18:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-02T18:25:22.310-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Robyn (An Erotic Encounter)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Don ©2005&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was jolted out of my day dreams by the voice of the pilot over the PA system announcing that touch down is a few minutes away. My anticipation heightens, as this one event will bring me face to face with the object of my fantasies….Robyn, for the first time in the flesh.&lt;br /&gt;We met on the internet and after an initial show of non-charlance on her part, we became very close and it was only a matter of time for romance to blossom from the ashes of her previous relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 34, she is a very pretty redhead with a sexy dimpled smile and blue eyes that penetrate the soul and kindle sexual arousal like none other that I know of. She has a certain shyness about her that only serves to highlight her sexiness and promise of a deeply repressed freakiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The landing is smooth and as I step into the arrivals lounge, there she is a delicious dish for the senses. I stop dead in my tracks, and completely lose myself to the breath-taking aura about her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My world shrinks to this one place, as I look her over detail by tempting detail. She is a couple of inches taller than I had expected, and her ample breasts bigger and juicier than I thought. That dimpled smile is even more arrestingly sexy than I ever imagined. Suddenly it comes back to me, the sights and sounds of the airport lounge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her smile is wide and shaky from the joy of the occasion, a tear drop is let loose from her sexy blue eyes, as we practically fly across space and wrap each other in a very passionate embrace. Deep, long, hungry kiss, we lose ourselves to the heat of the moment, until her tears of joy soak through my shirt and startle me to my senses. Hand I hand we start to make our way out to the parking lot, and then I remember my grip is still lying on the lounge floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the car, we couldn’t hold back our desire anymore, so we kissed and fondled, until we were so strained and panting, then with a shy smile and a blush she says we’ll be more comfortable at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here we are darling she says the kids are away on a fishing trip with their daddy. Music to my ears.&lt;br /&gt;The moment the living room door was shut behind us, I grabbed her from behind and kissed the back of her neck softly my hot breath making the hair on her neck stand, while small shivers travelled through her body. With my free hand I’m unbuttoning her shirt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She reaches behind and rubs the bulge in my pants, pausing shortly to let me take her shirt off, then she reaches back again, this time unzipping my pant, and getting even closer to my throbbing hard cock.&lt;br /&gt;Both our brains must have gone on auto pilot, because the next thing I notice is we are both butt naked, and rubbing, caressing, and nibbling at each other.&lt;br /&gt;She turns around and leads me by my nodding knob to the couch. She sits on the couch and invites me to join her but instead I kneel before her in preparation for an oral worship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reaching up I sink my fingers into her loose red hair and massage her scalp while kissing her passionately, alternately sucking on her tongue and nibbling her sexy lips. The nipples of her voluptuous breasts stand at attention and with her left hand she tweaks her nipple and her right goes lower to stroke her pussy. The moment my mouth journeys south to her breast, she lets out soft heavenly moans, each deeper, and louder than the previous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I lick, her nipples, and kiss her breast all over, wet damp kisses. Soon she has her legs locked behind me like a wrestlers hold, pulling me towards her thrusting her hips forwards, grinding her hot wet pussy into my tummy, her erect clitoris fucking my sunken navel. The wetness of her pink pussy dripping down to my crotch, burning a trail of warm erotic fire. With her nipple still in my mouth, I caress her back, from her sun tanned shoulders down to her creamy white pancake ass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of a sudden I could make sense of her gibberish, please babe take me now, and I need you deep inside of me, give it to me real hard. I smiled and stand up telling her, not quite yet my darling, I got something for you yet. We reverse positions and it was her turn to worship King Dick My Dick ruler of her wet dreams. As I lean back on the couch she grabs hold of my cock and her breath catches. She is seeing it in its full glory for the first time ever. She holds it even as it’s nodding about, pre cum oozing from it, flowing down over the veins at the sides. She licks up the pre cum from the base of my cock, right up to the head. Then she wraps her mouth lovingly over it and sucks away. From far off, I could hear deep guttural groans, sounds so alien, yet so familiar. Just as she moves lower to suck my balls, I realise that the alien groans are mine.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13945670-112303232230290430?l=donq8y.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://donq8y.blogspot.com/feeds/112303232230290430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13945670&amp;postID=112303232230290430&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13945670/posts/default/112303232230290430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13945670/posts/default/112303232230290430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://donq8y.blogspot.com/2005/08/robyn-erotic-encounter-don-2005-i-was.html' title=''/><author><name>Don</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16764308015687212010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13945670.post-112268665065302282</id><published>2005-07-29T18:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-29T18:24:10.660-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How Could This Be</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4904/1246/1600/afterglow.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4904/1246/320/afterglow.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;How Could This Be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Copyright Don ©2005&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How could this be true?&lt;br /&gt;That I stand before you&lt;br /&gt;You baring it all for me to see&lt;br /&gt;Holding you in my arms, accepting your desire for me&lt;br /&gt;My manhood rigid with lust&lt;br /&gt;As mine conscience fights, alas the battle is lost&lt;br /&gt;Our bodies alive of their own&lt;br /&gt;My rush of pleasure, your soft moan&lt;br /&gt;As you gently take hold, letting me in&lt;br /&gt;Sharing this fruit of delicious sin&lt;br /&gt;Our desires, hunger, and lust unite&lt;br /&gt;Loyalty, guilt, they don’t matter. No, not tonight&lt;br /&gt;My embassy of reconciliation&lt;br /&gt;The norms of mediation&lt;br /&gt;The voice of reason&lt;br /&gt;Everything, everyone, all fade away&lt;br /&gt;Nothing, nothing at all&lt;br /&gt;But you and I...one in our sinful, lustful union&lt;br /&gt;Fucking you, feeling you, loving you, my boy’s woman &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13945670-112268665065302282?l=donq8y.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://donq8y.blogspot.com/feeds/112268665065302282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13945670&amp;postID=112268665065302282&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13945670/posts/default/112268665065302282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13945670/posts/default/112268665065302282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://donq8y.blogspot.com/2005/07/how-could-this-be.html' title='How Could This Be'/><author><name>Don</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16764308015687212010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13945670.post-112198836624182208</id><published>2005-07-21T16:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-21T16:26:06.246-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fun Quiz (Take a shot at this)</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Q. What did they call the chinese prostitute that became pregnant?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A. "WHAT WENT WONG"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13945670-112198836624182208?l=donq8y.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://donq8y.blogspot.com/feeds/112198836624182208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13945670&amp;postID=112198836624182208&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13945670/posts/default/112198836624182208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13945670/posts/default/112198836624182208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://donq8y.blogspot.com/2005/07/fun-quiz-take-shot-at-this.html' title='Fun Quiz (Take a shot at this)'/><author><name>Don</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16764308015687212010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13945670.post-112172543646160811</id><published>2005-07-18T15:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-18T15:36:12.546-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I KNOW</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4904/1246/1600/I%20Know2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4904/1246/320/I%20Know2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13945670-112172543646160811?l=donq8y.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://donq8y.blogspot.com/feeds/112172543646160811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13945670&amp;postID=112172543646160811&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13945670/posts/default/112172543646160811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13945670/posts/default/112172543646160811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://donq8y.blogspot.com/2005/07/i-know_18.html' title='I KNOW'/><author><name>Don</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16764308015687212010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13945670.post-112172411095154790</id><published>2005-07-18T14:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-18T15:01:50.970-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A BOOTYFUL WOMAN</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4904/1246/1600/bootyrl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4904/1246/320/bootyrl.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Don you just wanna hit that azz?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13945670-112172411095154790?l=donq8y.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://donq8y.blogspot.com/feeds/112172411095154790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13945670&amp;postID=112172411095154790&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13945670/posts/default/112172411095154790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13945670/posts/default/112172411095154790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://donq8y.blogspot.com/2005/07/bootyful-woman.html' title='A BOOTYFUL WOMAN'/><author><name>Don</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16764308015687212010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13945670.post-112145168273006851</id><published>2005-07-15T11:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-15T12:19:42.736-07:00</updated><title type='text'>JUST A WINK (Part II)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4904/1246/1600/wink23.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4904/1246/320/wink23.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;JUST A WINK (Part II)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Copyright Don ©2005&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see in your eyes, what you do in mine&lt;br /&gt;Closer by the heart beat, till two lips are four&lt;br /&gt;Feeling, tasting, sharing, enjoying, aroused&lt;br /&gt;Down your delicate neck, shoulders and breasts&lt;br /&gt;Tonight, we must be us, or we’ll live to regret&lt;br /&gt;Your hands under my shirt, my nipples teased&lt;br /&gt;As though you read the manual, unleashing the dragon within&lt;br /&gt;Our embrace, more frantic by the second&lt;br /&gt;Caressing your breast, I feel your touch on my hardness&lt;br /&gt;My passion shoots arcs through the night sky&lt;br /&gt;As I feel under your dress, the shocker of the night&lt;br /&gt;No pretensions, no panties, just sweet wet you&lt;br /&gt;My breath catches, almost bust a nut&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sanity hanging by a thread&lt;br /&gt;Half dressed, half nude, taking matters in hand&lt;br /&gt;Putting my rod to your sea of sweetness&lt;br /&gt;Our love cries loud though they be&lt;br /&gt;Blend into the woods, carrying across the lake&lt;br /&gt;Becoming one with nature, as we with each other&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What sensual pleasure, making love under the stars&lt;br /&gt;The prospect of discovery heightening our passion&lt;br /&gt;When it finally hit, the quake is a magnitude 10&lt;br /&gt;The stars fell to earth, the lake poured forth,&lt;br /&gt;The ground folded, and both kissed the sky&lt;br /&gt;Then, it was all still&lt;br /&gt;As we lie in the aftermath of out coital bliss&lt;br /&gt;In each others arm, and in the arms of nature&lt;br /&gt;As I find a star, and name it for you, as you take a nap&lt;br /&gt;How awesome, this night&lt;br /&gt;And it all started with just a wink&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13945670-112145168273006851?l=donq8y.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://donq8y.blogspot.com/feeds/112145168273006851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13945670&amp;postID=112145168273006851&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13945670/posts/default/112145168273006851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13945670/posts/default/112145168273006851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://donq8y.blogspot.com/2005/07/just-wink-part-ii.html' title='JUST A WINK (Part II)'/><author><name>Don</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16764308015687212010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13945670.post-112096315381411922</id><published>2005-07-09T19:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-09T19:39:13.820-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Don's Pic</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;&lt;div style="padding-bottom:5px;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fotoflix.com/users/donq8y/foto/42101/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://www.fotoflix.com/foto?key=39703bf9481acbd6094733a6843613bf&amp;amp;size=400x300"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="padding-top:5px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fotoflix.com/users/donq8y/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="My FotoPage" border="0" src="http://www.fotoflix.com/images/dynamic/do/ff_published_donq8y.png" style="border:0px;"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13945670-112096315381411922?l=donq8y.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://donq8y.blogspot.com/feeds/112096315381411922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13945670&amp;postID=112096315381411922&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13945670/posts/default/112096315381411922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13945670/posts/default/112096315381411922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://donq8y.blogspot.com/2005/07/dons-pic.html' title='Don&apos;s Pic'/><author><name>Don</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16764308015687212010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13945670.post-112086016961328485</id><published>2005-07-08T14:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-08T15:02:49.803-07:00</updated><title type='text'>JUST A WINK</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4904/1246/1600/wink2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4904/1246/320/wink2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;JUST A WINK (Part I)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Copyright Don ©2005&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wink at you&lt;br /&gt;You bless me with a sexy smile&lt;br /&gt;I said hello&lt;br /&gt;You offer me a handshake&lt;br /&gt;Such a delightful tactile embrace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You look into my eyes&lt;br /&gt;I see in yours, a willingness to accept&lt;br /&gt;The unspoken offer from within my heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You linger just a moment longer&lt;br /&gt;I seize the opportunity&lt;br /&gt;And ask you “can we do dinner tonight?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Boy are you fast”, I read in your smile&lt;br /&gt;“Like you wouldn’t be too”, I say with mine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The night is beautiful, starry starry sky&lt;br /&gt;Hank up to knock on your door&lt;br /&gt;But it opens before I could&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if you’re not the dinner&lt;br /&gt;Your sexy eyes, sweet lovely smile&lt;br /&gt;That cleavage too, skin aglow&lt;br /&gt;A feast fit for the eyes of kings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where did you say were going for dinner then?&lt;br /&gt;I look sideways for an instant, “I didn’t”&lt;br /&gt;“Uhh, a tease”…..but your eyes know the deal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right turn, into the park&lt;br /&gt;Special spread hidden from view, by the lake&lt;br /&gt;Holding the door, those shapely legs descend&lt;br /&gt;The man inside shivers, as you pass so close&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Romantic picnic, light sumptuous meal&lt;br /&gt;Two lovely blankets, giving comfort and feel&lt;br /&gt;One upon which we’re seated&lt;br /&gt;The other of stars, up in heaven above&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talk of sweet little nothings&lt;br /&gt;Delicious wine, helping hearts beat faster&lt;br /&gt;And the blood warmer and desire grow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;To be continued.............................&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13945670-112086016961328485?l=donq8y.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://donq8y.blogspot.com/feeds/112086016961328485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13945670&amp;postID=112086016961328485&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13945670/posts/default/112086016961328485'/><link rel='self' 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of them must please the gods&lt;br /&gt;Or at least some of them, if they are not gay&lt;br /&gt;But it’s my reality by night and by day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love soft sensual lips&lt;br /&gt;And lovely sexy flared out hips&lt;br /&gt;I love breasts, from the small to the big&lt;br /&gt;I love a full head of hair, even some sexy wig&lt;br /&gt;Sexy eyes, teasing, inviting, promising passion&lt;br /&gt;I love passionate kisses, that make nipples erect in reaction&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here’s the one that gets me the most&lt;br /&gt;To the glory of booty, I’d drink a toast&lt;br /&gt;I so, so love ass, its round sexy fullness, a good luck charm&lt;br /&gt;A gracious booty makes me shout Dayum!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every now and again when I get lucky&lt;br /&gt;I love to get on my knees and worship Pussy&lt;br /&gt;I love to tease it, lick it, suck it, and then eat it&lt;br /&gt;I love it down there, because I know what I’m doing&lt;br /&gt;Petting pussy with surgical precision, I don’t fidget&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love to get really hard, and then part the gracious pinkness of cunt.&lt;br /&gt;Reaching deeper, probing every nook and cranny, drawing a moan even a grunt.&lt;br /&gt;When our needs are satisfied, I love to lie and cuddle&lt;br /&gt;Whisper sweet little nothings, so sexy, so subtle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love women&lt;br /&gt;Without them, there’s no meaning to the life of men&lt;br /&gt;Time will have no boundaries, the same drag, night or day&lt;br /&gt;But then, that’s probably because I’m not gay&lt;br /&gt;Hell yes! I love women&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13945670-112069490666004389?l=donq8y.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://donq8y.blogspot.com/feeds/112069490666004389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13945670&amp;postID=112069490666004389&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13945670/posts/default/112069490666004389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13945670/posts/default/112069490666004389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://donq8y.blogspot.com/2005/07/i-love-women.html' title='I love women'/><author><name>Don</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16764308015687212010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13945670.post-112060423596512321</id><published>2005-07-05T15:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-05T16:05:51.160-07:00</updated><title type='text'>FORBIDDEN FRUIT (Part III)</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;FORBIDDEN FRUIT (Part III)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Copyright Don©2005&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adam goes after her with no rush or sense of urgency, his stride sluggish, a man defeated and deflated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He sits beside her on the bed…..petting her, telling her it was all going to be alright, but even as he said the words, he sounds so unconvincing even to himself. She rises from her face down position, her face awash with tears that testify to her emotional agony, one look at him and she breaks into another round of body wracking sob, and lays her head on his shoulders for whatever comfort he might offer her. He gently strokes her black hair and whispers in her ears that all was going to be well. He plants a thousand little kisses on her face, her head, and soon, the stroking, and the petting some took on a sexual dimension, her nipples harden against his chest, and his package bulging into life, hardening against her love triangle. His lips find hers, and soon they are exploring the landscape of each others body, with all and any appendage at their command.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Their journey of rediscovery goes on forever, until their need is driving then towards total madness, then does he lay her on the bed again, this time on her back, and he kneels in between her legs, holding his huge erection up to her vulva, he teases her pussy lips with his head, and just as she pushes forward thrusting her pelvis at him, h reaches down and takes her left leg, cross it over to his right shoulder. He beds a little forward so that her left leg is bent at the knee, exposing her fleshy, juice vagina. He slips his throbbing cock into her pussy, and with a series of shallow thrusts, he pleasures her, going a little deeper with every other thrust. Soon the thrusts get deeper, and his long thick phallus was sliding over her erect clitoris, driving her to the very height of ecstasy….” Ummmmm, Adam please fuck me, faster please……ahhh….”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adam moves faster, deeper and fucks her harder. He feels the tightness of her pussy envelop his cock coating his dick in her juice…..he slaps her round tight butt as he drives his tool right into her, feeling his balls slap against her ass, there was wetness all over her pussy, and dripping over her thigh. Adam rubs it over her asshole with his free hand, and soon he is fingering her ass. This drives Jennifer wild as her moans get even louder, and little waves start to course her body. Soon Adam could feel the pressure from his finger in her ass against his shaft as it digs in and out of her honey hole. Suddenly she reaches for his thigh and digs into it with her nails, her pussy clenches hard at his cock, and she lets out a scream. All this proves too much for Adam as he unloads his hot cum into her tight pussy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They both collapse into a heap, desperately holding on to each other. Each engaged in private thoughts, not daring to voice those thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adam mind is pregnant with worry and guilt, what has he done?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is vacationing at his uncle’s house in the suburbs of the city where he lived with his parents when he was in junior high school. it's been some 14 odd years since he had moved away from this city, and this is his first time of returning to it ever since. Adam loves this town small as it is, it represents a period of his life when the pleasures of life were quite simple and there were so many happy memories. It is why he has chosen to spend this vacation here, the first vacation since both his parents died in a plane crash on their vacation in the Far East a year ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But does this make him an evil person?&lt;br /&gt;Is he by this event descending into the depths of hell?&lt;br /&gt;Will society ever understand?&lt;br /&gt;But then…truth be told, he has always had hot pants for Jennifer, even way back in their childhood days, though she was much younger&lt;br /&gt;God, why couldn’t she just be the girl next door?&lt;br /&gt;Anyone but her.&lt;br /&gt;Never before has he enjoyed love making as much as he did a few minutes ago…..&lt;br /&gt;Words, justification, excuses…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jennifer’s train of thought is not any different from Adam’s. Never has she been so sexually fulfilled in her entire life, yet there shall be no rejoicing, there can’t be any for their beautiful lovemaking is in reality a great sacrilege, incest……they after all are first cousins&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~ The End ~~~~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13945670-112060423596512321?l=donq8y.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://donq8y.blogspot.com/feeds/112060423596512321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13945670&amp;postID=112060423596512321&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13945670/posts/default/112060423596512321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13945670/posts/default/112060423596512321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://donq8y.blogspot.com/2005/07/forbidden-fruit-part-iii.html' title='FORBIDDEN FRUIT (Part III)'/><author><name>Don</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16764308015687212010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13945670.post-112051645995633238</id><published>2005-07-04T15:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-04T15:34:19.960-07:00</updated><title type='text'>FORBIDDEN FRUIT (Part II)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FORBIDDEN FRUIT (Part II)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Copyright Don©2005&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He kisses his way down lower, until he is kissing her mound, then suddenly, she feels his hot, wet tongue, parting her swollen pussy lips, then he was licking each lip, and probing the folds, and sending electricity through the whole of her being. her already wet cunt got even wetter, and just as she feels she couldn't take any more, he inserts a finger into her pussy and simultaneously proceeds to flick her clit with his tongue as he finger fucks her hole. His fingers are moving in and out faster, and his passion is fired up by the exquisite squishing sound coming from his finger fucking. Faster, and a little deeper each time, soon he is massaging her g-spot and sucking on her clit....&lt;br /&gt;He feels her trembling, and moaning so loud he is glad there are no neighbors about at this time of day. a few more strokes and suddenly he feels her thigh clamp over his head holding him hostage in a vice like grip, while she holds his head tightly against her wet pussy, she is trashing about on the table top and her quaking body is forcing his to resonate too. His ears are clamped shut, and so he doesn't hear her scream..."Oh my God .....I'm Cummmmmmming! I'm cuuuuuuuuuuming!!........".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon the waves of her orgasm recede, and she eases on her grip on his head, he carries on lapping up her juice, which is all over his mouth and entire face.&lt;br /&gt;She sits up and quickly notices his hard cock, with pre cum oozing from it. She gets off the table top and motions for him to take her place. She also leans forward to return the compliment. She takes his turgid flesh in her delicate hand, and rubs it, stroking its entire shaft, and then rubbing the precum into the head with her thumb, "Ummmmmm......" he moans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She plants a kiss on it, then two, then a lick; she teases him a little more before she takes him into her mouth. She takes her time sucking him gently at first and then more urgently, taking his prick deeper into her mouth, and feeling it grow even harder, as she deep throats on it.&lt;br /&gt;She reaches lower down and stroke and gently massage his balls. His precum and her saliva mix together, and escape from her mouth as she sucks him down his shaft to his balls, and all over his asshole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She takes his cock in her hand and strokes it as she sucks on his balls, one after the other.&lt;br /&gt;His hip thrust is getting faster and she senses that he is about ready to give up his load, but she isn’t done with him yet.&lt;br /&gt;She takes the finger she had been using to stroke her own pussy, coated with her own juices, and rubs it all around his butt hole.&lt;br /&gt;She slips her finger in his asshole going inch by inch deeper. Then she gently begins to finger fuck his ass, and he let's out a groan....."Aw, I love this shit!!!!!!!.........." then he begins to speak and moan in a language she has never heard spoken before.....a few more strokes and all the gibberish end with a loud scream....&lt;br /&gt;Hot sperm shoot out of his pulsating cock and leap into the air, hitting her face. She strokes his cock until the last drop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The euphoria of their orgasm recedes, the bright colors behind their eyelids fade gently away, their breathing returns to normal. Only then do they see each other in clear details……&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Adam, is that really you?” Jennifer asks. Adam is caught someplace between shock and seeing his suspicion come true. He didn’t really believe anything could shock him, but when he opens his mouth to talk, all he could manage is ….”Jen…..Jennifer….”&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly the impropriety of the events of the last hour dawned on them both. Both stand very still, frozen in the moment as if waiting for a terrible nightmare to end…..the tension is palpable. Suddenly, she lets out a desperate cry…”oh my god no!!!” with that she bolts right past him in the direction of her bedroom………… (To be continued)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13945670-112051645995633238?l=donq8y.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://donq8y.blogspot.com/feeds/112051645995633238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13945670&amp;postID=112051645995633238&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13945670/posts/default/112051645995633238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13945670/posts/default/112051645995633238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://donq8y.blogspot.com/2005/07/forbidden-fruit-part-ii.html' title='FORBIDDEN FRUIT (Part II)'/><author><name>Don</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16764308015687212010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13945670.post-112051577150502307</id><published>2005-07-04T15:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-04T15:22:51.510-07:00</updated><title type='text'>FORBIDDEN FRUIT (Part I)</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;FORBIDDEN FRUIT (Part I)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Copyright Don©2005&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The house is deserted when Adam awakes at about 10 a.m. after all he is a guest on vacation.&lt;br /&gt;The owners had departed earlier on a business trip and were not expected back for four days. He has the house to himself, so he didn’t bother to put on any clothes having always preferred to sleep in the nude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adam makes his way to the bath room and in spite of taking a shower, and brushing his teeth, he is still nursing a hard on fit for queens. It has been quite a while since he was with a woman so he is feeling horny as a Billy goat right now...&lt;br /&gt;He hums Marvin Gaye’s sexual healing under his breath as he makes his way to the kitchen to get himself some orange juice and toast. Just as he is about to enter the kitchen, he felt rather than saw someone collide into him. Both are staggered by the collision but not nearly as they are by the reality of the situation at hand. They are both butt naked. They both stand there for what seems like an eternity, trying to get to grips with the shock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All that Adam could see is a beautiful young woman, prettier than most he'd ever seen. About 5'9", with gorgeous full length of jet black hair, very sexy blue eyes, and luscious lips set in a very pretty face. Her breast are full, round and firm, with erect nipples. Her tummy is flat and her waist quite slim, flaring a little into a voluptuous hip and round firm ass. All this is mounted on the most beautiful pair of legs he'd seen in recent times. He battles the urge to look at her pubic area, but he quickly lost, his eyes come to rest on her very arousing shaved camel toe, for in spite of her slim figure she has a meaty set of lips down there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even as all this is going through his mind, at the speed of thought, she stands there experiencing the same. Tall handsome hunk, about 5'11", deep brown eyes, full lips, and stubborn mouth of a great kisser, barrel cheated bundle of rippling muscles. His thighs are strong and nodding in between then is a huge cock, thick, long and fully erect. What a breath taking sight? It nods as though half in greeting and half beckoning to her, at that moment, her legs threaten to finally betray her. Suddenly she reaches out without thinking, an involuntary action from her brain seeking a firm support to stop her falling as her legs turn to jelly under her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Their systems seem to succumb to a mutual auto pilot, because they start kissing each other.&lt;br /&gt;In the eternity of sexual tension that ensued, not a single word is uttered, none is necessary. They just stand right there kissing, slowly, gently, exploring a bit at a time, until they are soon kissing each other with such passion and pent up sexual hunger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adam reaches one hand to caress her breast, and gently tweaks her nipples, she moans into his mouth, little shivers running through her. Jennifer reaches down and finds his hard cock, rubbing and massaging it even as they kiss. Soon Adam was groaning softly, and thrusting his hip forward eager to receive more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mysteriously they find themselves at the dinning table in the kitchen, and Adam lifts Jennifer up in one fluid motion, placing her in a sitting position on the table top, she puts her hands behind her for support while lifting her knees until her legs are wide open, feet on the table top. Adam plants his hands on either sides of her and leans in to suck her voluptuous breasts. His tongue circles her areola, and he sucks on her rock hard nipples. She lets out loud moans as testimonial to her passion as he moved from one breast to the other...her head is thrown back and her eyes closed as she enjoys it all………&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be continued in Part II&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13945670-112051577150502307?l=donq8y.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://donq8y.blogspot.com/feeds/112051577150502307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13945670&amp;postID=112051577150502307&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13945670/posts/default/112051577150502307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13945670/posts/default/112051577150502307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://donq8y.blogspot.com/2005/07/forbidden-fruit-part-i.html' title='FORBIDDEN FRUIT (Part I)'/><author><name>Don</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16764308015687212010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13945670.post-112037784595041106</id><published>2005-07-03T00:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-03T01:04:05.953-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Van Christening (Part II)</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Van Christening (Part II)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Copyright © 2005 NautyNursing &amp; Don&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are on a "walk of naughty possibilities" in the park when we stumble upon this van.&lt;br /&gt;Coming from within it was a beautiful symphony that could only be the moans and groans of a couple wildly consumed by the ecstatic fires of passionate love making, with the van gently swaying to the rhythm of their soul stirring beat. Like moths drawn to a flame, Shelly and I couldn’t help ourselves, so we move closer and eavesdrop. The more he drove her mad with his thrust, the louder her love cries got, and soon we are driven to the very edge of sexual sanity.&lt;br /&gt;Right there and then, Shelly reached out and stroked my bulging cock and soon whipped it free of its confinement. I quickly look about, not a soul in sight. I leaned back against the van to the magnificent view of the lake, and Shelly goes on her knees, and begins her oral ritual in worship of my black thick throbbing cock.&lt;br /&gt;She licks the smooth shiny head in a cyclical way, spreading the precum over it. Her licking tongue slowly travels down the length of my aggressively nodding shaft. She has to hold it down with her right hand, with her left, she gently rubs my balls, and as her passion grows she kneads it a lill harder.&lt;br /&gt;She wraps her lips over my hard dick and takes it all in deep to the back of her throat, I feel like my blood stream has just been loaded with high grade heroin, I’m so high and moaning away like I owned the damn park. I open my eyes for an instant, and I see her rubbing away at her pussy, her knees wider apart than before, how she could suck dick and moan out loud at the same time is a mystery to me, but she does just that and soon we moan as one, a beautiful music from deep within our soul. It must have been the loud love cries that reached through the clouds of your own passion or perhaps the rocking of the van as I grind my back into its side and thrust my dick into Shelly’s mouth, the van door suddenly opens and there you are starring at us like aliens just descended upon your front lawn.&lt;br /&gt;For that split second that stretched like eternity, we all froze, exciting disbelief in all our eyes, jaws hanging open (Shelly’s with my cock in it still). Then you break it all up with your heart warming humor, "C’mon gurl, since you got this far you might ‘s well finish up, but unless you wanna be thrown in jail, y’all better use our van". Keith who is still reeling from the shock of it all only manages to say "hot damn! Y’all must be horny as hell".&lt;br /&gt;And so I pull my pants up from around my ankles, but my hard cock wouldn’t be caged. It stood like a pole, and led the way, Shelly followed as you two make room for us. "We’ll be right out here by the lake you said, jest y’all do your thang".&lt;br /&gt;Once inside the van, the air mattress caught Shelly’s attention and she peels of her blouse and hitches up her short skirt, seeing she had no panties on sent my dick into a new wave of nods, she spread her legs to show her phat pussy lips which have a sweet smile on. I could swear I saw her stiff clitoris beckoning at me. I took my place between her legs and kissed the inside of her smooth thighs, blazing a trail of wet sweetness all the way to her wet slippery passion swollen pussy. I lick it like ice cream, despite my mounting desire; I take my time and probe every little corner of that phat cunt. Starting from the base of her clitoris, licking its sides round and round, before I wrap my wet lips around it and sucked on it; she goes into deep body wracking convulsion, and I feel her pussy get soaked, and her juice flowing onto my hungry tongue. She’s calling out to me and saying Oh, daddy, daddy, my dear daddy, you’re killing my ass with sweet loving….please do me now, please daddy fuck my pussy now", but I persist in my oral treatment of her sexual tension, and her words to me were halted by another fit of trembling, she reaches out and grinds my head to her crotch, crushing my nose in her dripping wet cunt nearly drowning me in her fragrant cum.&lt;br /&gt;The time is now, I flip her on her side, her big black butt touching my left thigh, half an inch from my throbbing cock, I place her sexy left leg on my right shoulder and with my right hand, rub my pre-cum drenched prick head over her wet pussy, as I rub it on her clitoris, her booty jerks in a sexual reflex reaction. "Please daddy, don’t kill me, don’t torture me no more, daddy please give it to me now, please daddy" she begs in deep breathless moans, yet it was all so loud, filling the van and adding to the strong aroma of desire. I put the head of my dick into the mouth of her pussy and slowly fuck my way through, inch by precious inch; I’m holding the shaft, so she wouldn’t rush forward and take me all at once.&lt;br /&gt;On the tenth stroke I give it all up, driving my staff all the way in to the hilt, I could feel her cervix like she like me to. Oh this is so sweeeeeet! Her pussy responds by caving in, squeezing my hard dick and drawing erotic essence from it’s every stroke. I shift a lill to my right and drive it in faster to the left, my shaft is travelling over the tip of her clitoris. "Oh shelly baby, you’re so sweet", I hear myself say, the words are mine but the voice is alien to my ears. Her nipples stand erect, and I reach out to touch and tease them, goose bumps break out all over, her not for the first time. Oh goooodness! Suddenly her pussy locks like a vice over my dick, sparking a chain reaction, my body goes into a spasm, she quivers beneath me, but I feel it not, for we are vibrating at the same frequency, then it all went black………….&lt;br /&gt;Your voices reach us from far away…….Hey! , y’all ok? Then the colors returned, and I realise the van is in motion. Where are we going? I ask, "Ya'll were screaming ya heads off, it carried over the lake knall. We jest getting outta here before we get arrested.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13945670-112037784595041106?l=donq8y.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://donq8y.blogspot.com/feeds/112037784595041106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13945670&amp;postID=112037784595041106&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13945670/posts/default/112037784595041106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13945670/posts/default/112037784595041106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://donq8y.blogspot.com/2005/07/van-christening-part-ii.html' title='Van Christening (Part II)'/><author><name>Don</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16764308015687212010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13945670.post-112034363148012327</id><published>2005-07-02T15:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-02T15:33:51.486-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Van Christening (Part I)</title><content type='html'>Van Christening (Part I)&lt;br /&gt;Copyright © 2005 NautyNursing &amp; Don&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have been together for a while now, months, but every time we make love it feels like the first time. Oh yes, we’ve had our wild passionate, animalistic fuck sessions, and the one thing I love about being with him, is the fact that sex is never boring. And if I can help it, it will never be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This particular evening I’m in a devilish mood. I want to do something that we haven’t done before. Ummmm, I ask myself, what could that be? We’ve christened every room in the house, including the washer and dryer, the kitchen counters, the vanity in the bathroom, the basement stairs. Where, could we have a hot sexual adventure tonight?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then it hits me! It’s brilliant! Why didn’t I think of it before? It’s perfect and he’s going to love it! I call you at work, “Keith Darling, please come straight home tonight. I need you to take me to Sam’s Club to pick up a few things for a company party. Okay darling?” You ask me if you have to go with me, couldn’t I just go and you would unload things when you got home. I tell you, “Darling, I need you to go with me please?” Something about the tone of my voice tells you that there may be more to this shopping trip and you agree to come straight home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I blow kisses in the phone and hang up. My mind is working over time; I have about two hours before you leave work and will be coming home. I set my plan into motion. I then take a nice long hot shower, trying not to masturbate with the shower head as my mind drifts to thoughts of you and the evening I have planned. We are both going to enjoy this. I guarantee it! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dry off and lotion down with my favorite scent “Cotton Blossom” from Bath and Body Works. I dress carefully. Crothless black silk panties, short skirt, t-shirt without a bra, black sandals. Yes, I look casual but sexy. And I can’t wait for you to arrive home. My nipples begin to get hard, my pussy starts getting moist at the thought of you and what’s to come. I hear your key in the door and without missing a beat, I give you a quick kiss, grab you by the hand and say “Let’s go, time’s a wastin!” You have this puzzled look on your face but you willingly follow me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I toss you the keys to the van and tell you, “Darling, you drive.” You still have that puzzled look on your face but you say nothing, open my door, I get in, you walk around enter the driver’s seat and start the van up. We drive along, I’m asking you how your day was, you are so busy telling me about computer parts that you had to fix that you don’t pay any attention to the van and what I have done with it. (Just like a man to not pay attention to details. That’s why my plan worked!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tell you to let’s go to Sam’s Club a different way and you say, which way and I tell you where to turn off the highway. We go a little further and you say, “This isn’t the way to Sam’s Club. Woman, where are you taking me?” I tell you, “You’ll find out soon enough darling.” At which point I lean over, kiss you on the neck and start rubbing your crotch. “Now, now, I’m driving here. Do you want me to have an accident?” You say. Of course I pay you no attention as I continue to kiss you on your neck and unzip your pants, setting your now hard dick free from its confines.&lt;br /&gt;Damn, I love your dick the way it looks, the way it feels in my hand and the way it tastes upon my tongue. I can’t help myself; I lean down and begin to take long slow licks around the head of your dick. Licking on it like I would an ice cream cone, trying not to let any of the drops hit the ground. You moan loudly and I hear you saying “I don’t believe this! I can’t believe you are doing this!” But your dick believes it, because it starts getting longer and harder inside my mouth. I take your dick as deeply as I can, without hitting my head against the steering wheel, you are driving of course and there isn’t much room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stop for a brief moment, look up, while stroking your dick to see where we are. I tell you to turn right at the next corner, which leads to the lake. Now you see what I have in store for us and I can see your eyes light up at the revelation of it all. I give you a kiss on the cheek and tell you that “This is going to be a night to remember darling.” You find a spot by the lake; it’s a warm moonlit night, perfect for lovemaking. You park the van, look at me and say, “Okay Lady, just what do you have in mind.” And with that I lean over and just melt into your arms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deep passionate slow kisses, tongues entwining, hands roaming all over each other. I stop a minute to catch my breath, dizzy, heat building, windows steaming up. I tell you to “look behind you” and when you do you see that both of the back seats of the van have been folded down and an air mattress covered with a blanket is laying on top of them. I tell you “Well darling, we’ve had sex in every corner of the house, but we have never christened the van. I want you to treat me like you would a girlfriend that you had in high school. You know the one, that you would make out with for hours at a time? Well darling, tonight I want you to “make out” with me.” I didn’t have to tell you twice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I turn the van so that the CD player is playing our favorite “Love Jams.” I have a cooler with your favorite drink Crown Royal and Coke, I know not only is it your favorite, but it will make your dick hard and your stamina last longer. Yep, I’ve left no stone unturned for this evening. You get up, take me by the hand and we lay down on the mattress in the back of the van. We don’t worry, the back windows are tinted and there isn’t another soul within miles of us. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn you have such soft lips. And I love the way you kiss me. You take your time, you tongue explores my mouth, my lips. And the way that you kiss me makes my pussy tighten up and get wet. You lift up my t shirt, of course you are not surprised that I’m not wearing a bra and you proceed to lick and suck on my nipples, which are already hard from just being in your arms. I moan as you bite gently on my right nipple, my left hand down between your legs, stroking your dick, feeling that precum as it rises to the top and taking it and coating the head of your dick. I remove your shirt, your pants. I love looking at you naked. There is not a more beautiful sight than a black man with a hard dick that is ready to be stroked. Damn, I want to feel you on top of me, inside of me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As if you were reading my mind, you climb on top of me, lift up my skirt, open my legs and your fingers reach up and feel the panties. Your fingers travel down and you gasp when your fingers hit my wet coochie between the panties. “Crotchless huh?” You ask me as you take your dick and rub it up and down my hot wet slit. I arch my back and moan loudly as you take your dick and give it one hard deep shove inside my hot wet pussy. Damn baby you feel so good. My legs are lifted up and placed on your shoulders, you are stroking me deep, hard. I grab your nice tight ass, trying to pull you deeper inside of me, wanting to have you become a part of me. You are stroking me harder, faster, sweat is dripping from your forehead down onto my breasts…..&lt;br /&gt;It’s a very lovely warm summer night; the sky is spangled with bright shiny stars, their twinkles kindling the fires of my desire............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Be Continued.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13945670-112034363148012327?l=donq8y.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://donq8y.blogspot.com/feeds/112034363148012327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13945670&amp;postID=112034363148012327&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13945670/posts/default/112034363148012327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13945670/posts/default/112034363148012327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://donq8y.blogspot.com/2005/07/van-christening-part-i.html' title='Van Christening (Part I)'/><author><name>Don</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16764308015687212010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13945670.post-112026634142156188</id><published>2005-07-01T17:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-01T18:05:41.423-07:00</updated><title type='text'>OBITUARY (Luther Vandross Passes On)</title><content type='html'>Luther Vandross Passes On&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NEW YORK&lt;/strong&gt; - Grammy award winner     &lt;strong&gt;Luther Vandross&lt;/strong&gt;, whose deep, lush voice on such hits as "Here and Now" and "Any Love" sold more than 25 million albums while providing the romantic backdrop for millions of couples worldwide, died Friday 1st July 2005. He was 54.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For details click:  &lt;a href="http://groups.yahoo.com/group/erotic_poems2/files/"&gt;OBITUARY&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://groups.yahoo.com/group/erotic_poems2/files/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13945670-112026634142156188?l=donq8y.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://donq8y.blogspot.com/feeds/112026634142156188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13945670&amp;postID=112026634142156188&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13945670/posts/default/112026634142156188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13945670/posts/default/112026634142156188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://donq8y.blogspot.com/2005/07/obituary-luther-vandross-passes-on.html' title='OBITUARY (Luther Vandross Passes On)'/><author><name>Don</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16764308015687212010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13945670.post-112016720834026897</id><published>2005-06-30T14:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-30T14:33:28.366-07:00</updated><title type='text'>NAUGHTY PROFESSOR (Part II)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Naughty Professor (Part II)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Copyright ©2005 Don&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I slept so peacefully for all of four hours, when I woke up it was dark outside, and I was still butt naked in bed…….&lt;br /&gt;I found Samantha laid out seductively on the living room carpet, looking so fresh and edible in her sexy pink thong. She looked up at me from the romance video she was watching. I joined her on the spread out duvet and we sipped red wine, and nibbled on Pizza. The sex scene from the video was so moving that we reached out to each other instinctively and go totally carried away by the heat of out mutual emerging passion, we kissed tenderly, then deeply. Obviously a woman who enjoys taking the lead, she peppered me with tiny love bites on the lips, kissed my neck and stuck her tongue in my ear, licking it and whispering god knows what, driving me outta my mind. She carried her oral crusade lower to my nipples, kissing licking and biting them, sending my challenger rocket of a dick into launch mode. By this time I was on my back and she was kneeling over me, this I became aware of only because she stopped suddenly, I opened my eyes only to see she had conjured a jar of honey from wherever. I was curious but didn’t have long to wait, as she dipped two fingers in the honey and rubbed it on my lips, nipples and my fully erect cock, gosh I was caramelized over. Then she started to literally eat me up alive, working her way from up down to my near exploding dick. She gently licks the head, then sucked on it, taking it in an inched more with each stroke…making the ummm sound with each, soon she was deep throating on it and I was lost in fantasyland. Soon my steely hard dick  started to throb and tremor like the beginnings of a major earth quake, she must have felt it too because she stopped, and with a very mischievous smile on her face, said, not yet baby, we’re just getting started.&lt;br /&gt;She handed me the jar and I returned the complement, nibbling on her sweet lips, her nipples and finally on her honey covered wet and juicy pussy. The taste of her pussy was distinctive, as her fragrant juice mixed with honey to form a very unique vintage, I licked all up and when I wrapped my mouth on her large clitoris and sucked on it with all my tender loving passion I felt her whole body shiver, as she dug her nails into my neck and squashed my face further into her wet honey and juice messed crotch. Her hold on my head soon subsided and her spasm receded but still I carried on ….probing her pussy, with my tongue, gently tongue fucking her and licking the bridge between her cunt and her anus. It was all so wet all around; her pussy had dripped all over, the juices reaching past her asshole down onto the duvet. At that precise moment the demon in me upped the ante, I slipped my index finger into her butthole rubbing the juice in for lubrication. I must have hit the target, whatever that was; because she freaked out shivering and trembling all over, as I tongue fucked her pussy and fingered her asshole. Her moans, so loud as though making up for lack of meaning. With the wave of spasms came fresh honey dew flowing freely around my tongue, gosh I was getting tipsy from it all.&lt;br /&gt;I must have been so far away myself because in the gibberish that was her words, she had begged me to enter her but ready and willing as I was my mind was far away. Her persistent tugging at my shoulders brought me home to the here and now. And I crept on all fours to get into position. I knelt down between her legs, and lifted them onto my shoulders, her wet, hot and juicy cunt smiling in anticipation of my triumphal entry. She seemed in too much of a hurry for my ceremonious pace, as she grabbed my rock hard dick and stabbed it into her hole with suicidal fervor. Again I lost my self to the sweet excitement of out strokes. From a great distance I hear the slushy melody, in our symphony of lusty love. It went on stroke after stroke, my enjoyment of it, there’s no words to document, then the walls closed in around me, hugging my prick in the most heavenly way….this would have been the perfect time to let it all go, let loose my cum fountain and let her pussy walls squeeze the cum from my dick every last drop of it. But she was not done with me yet. Soon as her shivers receded, she reached down and retrieved my cock from within her, and gently squeezed the head, all the boiling I felt in my balls a few seconds before went away, my dick hard and nodding as if in agreement with her in a secret pact of sorts.&lt;br /&gt;She turned onto her side, and in a very sexy, fuck-drunk voice said to me “now baby, here’s a special treat for you”…still laying on her side, she shoots out her big shapely ass, and reaches out a hand to part the cheeks, and the tight fold of her ass relaxed a little bit. Since I had never done that I just lied behind her and rubbed her pussy cream round her butt hole , becoming more confident with her every ummm, and ahhh. To encourage me she reached behind her and took hold of my prick, pushing the head firmly into her anus, saying to me come forward baby…take me, ahhhhh, what a feeling as I felt myself overcome the resistance stroking gently, deeper with each thrust. What I felt at that moment was raw animal pleasure like never before; it was so sweet I felt a little guilty that I was having all the fun. I soon became aware she was saying my name, moaning as loud as I was. My body couldn’t sustain this level of sexual excitement for long, lest it shuts down from the systems overload. Thankfully, my whole body went rigid, and there was a loud scream from somewhere about…then I blanked out…..when I returned to normal, I realised the scream was mine and she had my dick in her hand, and it was still dripping thick creamy sperm onto her wet pussy lips. It all quieted down, and I realised I had been sobbing, tears streaming down my cheeks….tears of joy, at the extreme pleasure I just experienced. When I was done dripping, we reversed positions, she was behind me, holding and cuddling me, her cum drenched crotch warm and slimy against my butt, her full firm boobs feeling good on my back, she was stroking my hairs and telling me in that sexy, erotic voice…..”Baby, you’re ok”.&lt;br /&gt;Samantha and I had a very discrete relationship for the next couple of years, it was an open relationship meaning I wasn’t barred from seeing other women, but it was a settled issue that we had to keep our affair secret, and so I continued to enjoy great sex with Samantha, and folks on campus continues to rumor that she was a lesbian, but I certainly know better, I however kept her confidence to this day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13945670-112016720834026897?l=donq8y.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://donq8y.blogspot.com/feeds/112016720834026897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13945670&amp;postID=112016720834026897&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13945670/posts/default/112016720834026897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13945670/posts/default/112016720834026897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://donq8y.blogspot.com/2005/06/naughty-professor-part-ii.html' title='NAUGHTY PROFESSOR (Part II)'/><author><name>Don</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16764308015687212010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13945670.post-112008005583282808</id><published>2005-06-29T14:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-29T14:20:55.833-07:00</updated><title type='text'>NAUGHTY PROFESSOR (Part I)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Naughty Professor (Part I)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Copyright ©2005 Don&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t know if it was the person involved or the circumstances (perhaps both) that made it so special and memorable an experience, but I’ll always recall that lovely chapter in my life with fond memories. It was in summary the moment I lost my sexual naiveté, and came to terms with the freak in me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was a 25 year college student at the time, and she was a professor on the faculty staff. At 5ft 8inches and on the slim side, Samantha Was well endowed in the booty and boobs departments, cutting the image of an ideal recruitment poster girl for female intellectual campaign. At 35, she had every single man on campus dying to get her attention but her reputation for being a no-nonsense academic was well known. Samantha never really dated anyone connected to the college, and was in fact rumoured by some faceless "reliable sources" to be a lesbian.&lt;br /&gt;What she saw in me that she found attractive, I’d never know, but since that day I helped her change her flat tyre outside the super market.&lt;br /&gt;Two days later I ran into her at the library and she slipped me a note which simply said "call me" and her number. I did call her and we talked over a 2 week period and suddenly one lovely Friday afternoon, she told me she’s going away for the weekend, and wished she had someone funny and nice to keep her company, it turned out a friend of hers (whereabouts unknown) had a place on the outskirts of town. She was going to spend the entire weekend there away from all the pressures of work. I volunteered to come with her if she thought me funny and nice enough and she said ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It turned out to be a weekend full of pleasant erotic surprises. It was a hot summer day, and I had the need to use the shower once we got to the cottage, we were both hot and sweaty, and while I was in the shower with soap all over my face I felt the door ease open and I felt her soft hands soaping back over, all those hard to reach places. I still had my back turned to her, fearing to do anything that might make her stop what she was doing. It felt so nice and soon her hands moved lower, reaching my butt, slipping in between my butt cheeks and down my thighs. By this time my dick had extended to its limit like an electronically controlled telescope. I couldn’t hold back anymore, so I turned around slowly, but she whispered no baby, don’t touch. Let me wash you over. She grabbed both my hands and placed them behind me, and then she continued washing my body so sensually teasing my nipples making her way down to my navel. Lower still she takes gentle hold of my hard and throbbing dick placing it on the palm of her left hand, whilst washing, and gently caressing my balls with her right. All the while I had closed my eyes and tossed back my head, letting out soft moans without even realising it. Just when I was so sure I’d lose my mind, I felt her wet hot mouth take charge of my cock, sucking it in the most exciting way, my soft moans were soon replaced by deep animal groans of pure mind boggling pleasure. I could hear it all; it was as if the sound was coming from another source. Suddenly the entire building started to shake so violently, sights and sounds around me assumed a totally different quality….then nothing….nothing I could describe…it must have been a few minutes at least but eventually I regained consciousness of my surrounding and sensations, I open my eyes to find her licking every single drop of my cum off of my still rigid prick, a very sexy smile of contentment on her very pretty face.&lt;br /&gt;I was so totally drained; my legs could hardly continue to hold my weight. She must have read my mind, because she smiled mischievously and whispered, go on and lie down babe while I clean up here……….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TO BE CONTINUED&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13945670-112008005583282808?l=donq8y.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://donq8y.blogspot.com/feeds/112008005583282808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13945670&amp;postID=112008005583282808&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13945670/posts/default/112008005583282808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13945670/posts/default/112008005583282808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://donq8y.blogspot.com/2005/06/naughty-professor-part-i.html' title='NAUGHTY PROFESSOR (Part I)'/><author><name>Don</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16764308015687212010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13945670.post-112000388016190803</id><published>2005-06-28T17:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-28T17:11:20.166-07:00</updated><title type='text'>NUPTIAL DANCE (Part 2)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4904/1246/1600/bz14r77b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4904/1246/200/bz14r77b.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Nuptial Dance (Part 2)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Copyright ©2005&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rhythm, the tension heighten&lt;br /&gt;One with the heart beat, both quicken&lt;br /&gt;Turgid flesh, rising and nodding like ledge hammer&lt;br /&gt;Fleshy Lips, wet, slipper, swollen with desire&lt;br /&gt;East and west in front of the wise few&lt;br /&gt;Ahead of both maidens and studs, beckons a dawn that’s new&lt;br /&gt;Maidens rub their intimates with the gel of sweetness&lt;br /&gt;Massaging it in from the clit hood&lt;br /&gt;To the bridge of two holes&lt;br /&gt;Studs done their rings of hardness&lt;br /&gt;Sipping it to the base of their manhood&lt;br /&gt;Till they all stood erect like poles&lt;br /&gt;Ummmgh! The incense of the better world&lt;br /&gt;Part exotic fragrances part Ganja&lt;br /&gt;As one and the other, the begins the erotic dance&lt;br /&gt;Twisting, turning, swaying writhing&lt;br /&gt;Fluid boneless, bodies, a sight so arousing&lt;br /&gt;Maidens shaking voluptuous breast&lt;br /&gt;Big round onion bottoms, sexy silken thighs&lt;br /&gt;Eyes full of promises, challenges of erotic highs&lt;br /&gt;Swirling round they bend over revealing juicy treasure trove&lt;br /&gt;Studs rubbing their phallus with the oil of pleasure&lt;br /&gt;Same as head to toe, they’re glistening bundle of muscles&lt;br /&gt;Dancing with strength and dexterity, a delight virile gods in heaven above&lt;br /&gt;Feet apart, hands outstretched, the shake their waists&lt;br /&gt;Dancing their way where they maidens await&lt;br /&gt;No longer the nervousness, the anxiety, the doubt&lt;br /&gt;If one misses his mark, he’s cast out&lt;br /&gt;Best make an eagle, hit the hole in one&lt;br /&gt;And there ends the hard work, and begins the fun&lt;br /&gt;The beat gets louder, the rhythm soars&lt;br /&gt;Both maiden and studs none resting on their oars&lt;br /&gt;Until inch by inch, his rigid projectile pushes against her wetness&lt;br /&gt;Ripping through her hymen, holding on by the tightness&lt;br /&gt;Of her ass, supporting both of them&lt;br /&gt;No pains, not at this magical moment&lt;br /&gt;Only a heightened feeling of sexual enjoyment&lt;br /&gt;On and on it continues, for all in tandem&lt;br /&gt;Until gradually the moans and groans, out sound the rhythm of the drums&lt;br /&gt;Then the ear splitting cries of powerful orgasms&lt;br /&gt;Signal that each fulfilled couple is now man and wife&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13945670-112000388016190803?l=donq8y.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://donq8y.blogspot.com/feeds/112000388016190803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13945670&amp;postID=112000388016190803&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13945670/posts/default/112000388016190803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13945670/posts/default/112000388016190803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://donq8y.blogspot.com/2005/06/nuptial-dance-part-2.html' title='NUPTIAL DANCE (Part 2)'/><author><name>Don</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16764308015687212010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13945670.post-111999722466053445</id><published>2005-06-28T15:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-28T16:00:11.246-07:00</updated><title type='text'>NUPTIAL DANCE (Part 1)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4904/1246/1600/bwerotic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4904/1246/200/bwerotic.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Nuptial Dance (Part 1)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Copyright Don ©2005&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;The day of the great ceremony finally arrives&lt;br /&gt;Awaited, for many moons, tonight shall change lives&lt;br /&gt;Surreal festival in the heart of the sacred fields&lt;br /&gt;Rooted in tradition, details even legend never fully reveals&lt;br /&gt;Away from the eyes and ears of the young&lt;br /&gt;Curious, hasty, impatient to belong&lt;br /&gt;The atmosphere, one of merry making and something more&lt;br /&gt;A certain mystique, excitement, even fear of the unknown&lt;br /&gt;Young studs, concerned for their vigor, their virility&lt;br /&gt;Maidens, for their purity, their virginity&lt;br /&gt;Furtive glances over their shoulders&lt;br /&gt;Seeking the familiar comfort of their fathers and their mothers&lt;br /&gt;Alas, this pilgrimage to the sacred fields&lt;br /&gt;Each must undertake alone, however uncertain it feels&lt;br /&gt;Two bon fires, burning east and west&lt;br /&gt;Lighting the night, warming the nest&lt;br /&gt;East, maidens cook kebabs with exotic spices&lt;br /&gt;West, studs brew portions of ales, wines, and liqueurs&lt;br /&gt;All these, aphrodisiacs and stimulants&lt;br /&gt;Numbing anxiety, planting the seed of courage in he who lacks&lt;br /&gt;Cool evening breeze&lt;br /&gt;Traversing the savannah&lt;br /&gt;Caressing the skin, uniting with all these&lt;br /&gt;The atmosphere grows even more tense&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly….the drum beats cease&lt;br /&gt;Absolute silence&lt;br /&gt;Then through the musky cloud of the incense&lt;br /&gt;The priest strides in ahead of the wise few&lt;br /&gt;Anxious heartbeats, the only sounds to be heard&lt;br /&gt;The priest strokes and waves his wizardly beard&lt;br /&gt;And the symphony, the merriment, resumes&lt;br /&gt;As though it never ceased............................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(To be continued)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13945670-111999722466053445?l=donq8y.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://donq8y.blogspot.com/feeds/111999722466053445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13945670&amp;postID=111999722466053445&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13945670/posts/default/111999722466053445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13945670/posts/default/111999722466053445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://donq8y.blogspot.com/2005/06/nuptial-dance-part-1.html' title='NUPTIAL DANCE (Part 1)'/><author><name>Don</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16764308015687212010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13945670.post-111999460827253474</id><published>2005-06-28T14:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-28T14:36:48.276-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ummm! More than words can say.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4904/1246/1600/ktj2_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4904/1246/320/ktj2_1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13945670-111999460827253474?l=donq8y.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://donq8y.blogspot.com/feeds/111999460827253474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13945670&amp;postID=111999460827253474&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13945670/posts/default/111999460827253474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13945670/posts/default/111999460827253474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://donq8y.blogspot.com/2005/06/ummm-more-than-words-can-say.html' title='Ummm! More than words can say.....'/><author><name>Don</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16764308015687212010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13945670.post-111990397250650719</id><published>2005-06-27T13:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-27T13:26:12.523-07:00</updated><title type='text'>FEAST ON THIS</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4904/1246/1600/Feast%20on%20this.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4904/1246/320/Feast%20on%20this.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello people, I came across this and thought I'd share it with you. Enjoy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13945670-111990397250650719?l=donq8y.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://donq8y.blogspot.com/feeds/111990397250650719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13945670&amp;postID=111990397250650719&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13945670/posts/default/111990397250650719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13945670/posts/default/111990397250650719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://donq8y.blogspot.com/2005/06/feast-on-this.html' title='FEAST ON THIS'/><author><name>Don</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16764308015687212010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13945670.post-111981103552928301</id><published>2005-06-26T11:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-26T11:39:30.786-07:00</updated><title type='text'>PERFECT TITS CONTEST</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos.groups.yahoo.com/group/erotic_poems2/lst?.dir=/PERFECT+TITS+CONTEST/"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4904/1246/320/Boobsy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;PERFECT TITS CONTEST&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do you have great Tits?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do you want to be the next Face of Erotic_Poems2 yahoogroup?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do you want to be acknowleged Top Tits?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If yes is how you answer, click on the photo above to enter the contest&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13945670-111981103552928301?l=donq8y.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://photos.groups.yahoo.com/group/erotic_poems2/lst?.dir=/PERFECT+TITS+CONTEST/' title='PERFECT TITS CONTEST'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://donq8y.blogspot.com/feeds/111981103552928301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13945670&amp;postID=111981103552928301&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13945670/posts/default/111981103552928301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13945670/posts/default/111981103552928301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://donq8y.blogspot.com/2005/06/perfect-tits-contest_26.html' title='PERFECT TITS CONTEST'/><author><name>Don</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16764308015687212010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13945670.post-111973849601199483</id><published>2005-06-25T15:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-25T15:28:16.026-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SOUNDS OF PASSION</title><content type='html'>SOUNDS OF PASSION&lt;br /&gt;Copyright Don ©2005&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s been a year&lt;br /&gt;Since we were&lt;br /&gt;Yet our pulses race&lt;br /&gt;And our passions fierce&lt;br /&gt;It matters not the mood, or the time&lt;br /&gt;Be it noisy, or even sublime&lt;br /&gt;The effect is the same&lt;br /&gt;It starts with a whisper, a name&lt;br /&gt;Yours or mine, vice versa&lt;br /&gt;Like a rippling wave it travels far&lt;br /&gt;These walls conceal our nakedness&lt;br /&gt;Yet the sounds we make carry into the wilderness&lt;br /&gt;Sounds of our passionate kisses&lt;br /&gt;Ripping our calm into pieces&lt;br /&gt;Your gasps as I suck on your nipples&lt;br /&gt;My groans as you mouth my hardness&lt;br /&gt;Your moans as my tongue find your wetness&lt;br /&gt;Waves of pleasure washing over your being in tiny ripples&lt;br /&gt;Acknowledgement of my oral appreciation of your sweetness&lt;br /&gt;The squishing sounds that banish decorum and caution&lt;br /&gt;Flinging both well over the hill of damnation&lt;br /&gt;Bequeathing freedom of expression&lt;br /&gt;Celebration of passion with reckless abandon&lt;br /&gt;A moment of tension, then the final rush&lt;br /&gt;Loud, free spirited cry of mutual release&lt;br /&gt;So loud it shakes the foundation&lt;br /&gt;Light and sound united&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly shattering into myriads of tiny colorful pieces&lt;br /&gt;Worries, burdens, guilt, all washed away in our expelled juices&lt;br /&gt;Soul purifying&lt;br /&gt;Uplifting to a state of bliss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slipping through that elusive, delicate passage&lt;br /&gt;To the realm of dreams&lt;br /&gt;As the sounds die away, the ripples gone&lt;br /&gt;All is quiet, silence sits upon the throne&lt;br /&gt;In the arms of each other, we slumber&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13945670-111973849601199483?l=donq8y.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://donq8y.blogspot.com/feeds/111973849601199483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13945670&amp;postID=111973849601199483&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13945670/posts/default/111973849601199483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13945670/posts/default/111973849601199483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://donq8y.blogspot.com/2005/06/sounds-of-passion.html' title='SOUNDS OF PASSION'/><author><name>Don</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16764308015687212010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13945670.post-111969505002169435</id><published>2005-06-25T03:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-25T03:24:10.020-07:00</updated><title type='text'>WAITING</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://donq8y.blogspot.com/"&gt;Don's Erotic Thoughts&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waiting&lt;br /&gt;Don ©2005&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your promised return&lt;br /&gt;Leaves me breathless with anticipation&lt;br /&gt;Reminiscing, our life of lusty fun&lt;br /&gt;Though I never knew your true intention&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many lonely nights have come and gone&lt;br /&gt;My desire getting stronger, I cry tears of frustration&lt;br /&gt;Starting at every sound outside&lt;br /&gt;Seeing your face everywhere I turn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Touching myself no longer suffices&lt;br /&gt;My soul yearns for your pleasant surprises&lt;br /&gt;My breasts swollen with longing for you&lt;br /&gt;Come to me, whatever you want I’ll do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mere thoughts of you makes me wet&lt;br /&gt;Though you hardly ever said a dozen words&lt;br /&gt;My nipples, tiny rocks, yearning for your able touch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My clitoris tingling, wishing for your knowing tongue&lt;br /&gt;Knowing what you feel for me isn’t so strong&lt;br /&gt;Yet no one ever takes me like you do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You’re bad for me, but you make me whole&lt;br /&gt;You sate my desire, yet torture my soul&lt;br /&gt;Others offer platters, their hearts there upon&lt;br /&gt;Yet I await your promised return&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13945670-111969505002169435?l=donq8y.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://donq8y.blogspot.com/feeds/111969505002169435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13945670&amp;postID=111969505002169435&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13945670/posts/default/111969505002169435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13945670/posts/default/111969505002169435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://donq8y.blogspot.com/2005/06/waiting.html' title='WAITING'/><author><name>Don</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16764308015687212010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13945670.post-111969473481341799</id><published>2005-06-25T03:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-25T03:18:54.820-07:00</updated><title type='text'>DAY TIME DREAMS</title><content type='html'>Day Dream&lt;br /&gt;Copyright ©2005 Don&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The conference room was now quiet; the meeting had just been called to order by the chair, when this very delectable beauty of a woman walked in.  so arresting was her figure, that even the chair deferred to her by the temporary loss of his voice. Interestingly this enchantress, who held the entire room spell bound, made straight for the seat directly opposite mine. It took every last iota of self control but I finally managed to tear myself away from her voodoo, returning business at hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must have somewhere deep within a hitherto unknown resolve that enabled me to totally ignore her ample bosom, peeking seductively out through the one extra undone button of her fine silk blouse. To resist her loin stirring smile that whispers “I’m open to exciting possibilities”. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes Don, do you have a comment?” asked the chair, only then did I realise I had been sitting at the very edge of my chair. “Ahm…..yes but I’ll reserve them for later if that’s ok Mr. Chairman” I smartly say to cover my loss of concentration.&lt;br /&gt;The meeting progresses and I pay her no further attention, concentrating on the sights and sounds of official business. finally from a distance, I hear the words I’ve been waiting for….”this meeting is hereby adjourned…..” I walked up to her and said hello, I’m Don….., nice to meet you Don, I’m Kathy she says, I couldn’t help but notice your distraction back there, you ok? She smiles with a knowing twinkle in her sexy eyes. Well to be totally straight with you, I was kind of distracted and it was all down to you, I flash her my lady killer smile. Ummm, and whatcha gonna do about it then ……a daring “fuck me?” look on her beautiful face. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She laughs and walks towards the door, pausing briefly just outside and gesturing with a slight nod of her head that I should follow. Like a zombie I did as I was told and soon found myself sneaking into the ladies. It must be my lucky day because funny enough there wasn’t a single soul about.&lt;br /&gt;I found her in the last cubicle down the ladies, blouse and bra undone at the front, and the loveliest pair of boobs I’d ever seen looking gorgeous and calling out to me. She licks her lips and sticks her tongue in my open mouth. That move must be signal for the games to begin. We kiss deeply, passionately and hungrily. I nibble her full lower lips and soon shifted my amorous attention to her breasts, kissing her nipples and feeling each grow stiff in my mouth as I sucked on them. My hands are busy feeling and caressing her voluptuous ass, a short trip below her short skirt and I feel her silken thighs, soft, smooth and sexy to the touch. She reaches for my pants, undoing my belt and letting the one eyed monster out. It was hard and throbbing like hell and her soft caring hands stroke it up and down. Her thumb deftly rubbing the head and making me cringe with pleasure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Up her thighs, between her legs I feel the heat and then the wetness as I reach her smoothly shaved pussy……ahhhh, she moans at my touch……..The moment is nigh, our bodies rubbing against each other our hunger increasing, the flame of passion consuming us each and together. Rubbing her pussy lips, slipping a finger inside of her, with a come-here motion massaging her G- spot, while flicking her clitoris with my thumb. She lets off a series of moans as shivers run through her body. My hard cock in her hand she slips her hot wet tongue in my ear and whispers “fuck me now…..lemme feel it deep inside…”&lt;br /&gt;I take my hand from her and put it to my nose and take a deep sniff…..her fragrance making me high. My dick responded with a couple of nods….it is indeed time to do the deed. &lt;br /&gt;I turn her around, lifted her short skirt clear of her butt, and gently bent her over, laying her hands upon the tank, placing her right foot up on the toilet seat….we move with fluid grace, a perfectly tuned sex machine. Pants around my ankles, I shuffle into position and she reaches out behind, grabbing my nodding cock, and planting it in her wet creamy cunt. I thrust my pelvis forward and travel deeper and deeper into her core; she lets out another series of moans. At that moment nothing else mattered…..I was in paradise, I live for the sound of the music we were making together, the gentle rhythmic slap of my balls against her pussy. The feel of her big round ass, as I hold on to it for support, and comfort. I up the ante a notch by rubbing my thumb in her pussy cream, and slipping it into her butt hole. Another deep soul touching groan escapes from within her, she pushes back towards me to claim some more. My hips assume a life of their own and move even faster in the race to the climax. The pressure of my thumb in her ass against my dick, her cries of sexual delight, the delicious heat radiating from my dick through the whole of my being, all combine to give that final push off the cliff of control ….I feel quakes beneath my feet, the earth ripped asunder…with a single push I reach the very depth of her core, my hips locked in place as I drench her pussy with creamy delicious cum. Half a second, then I hear it….the tank lid rattling as she shivers and fights to remain on her feet, spasms coursing through her shapely body, ass and boobs jiggling.&lt;br /&gt;The walls of her pussy tightened around my thick cum soaked shaft and for the first time in my life, I cum yet again…..”Now Don, can we have your comments please?”…..&lt;br /&gt;It was only then that I realized that I’d been day dreaming all along …the meeting was still in progress.&lt;br /&gt;“Ah, umm it is my opinion that…..” I try to gather my thoughts. Across the table she looks at me with mischief in her knowing smile, as if she could see my cum-soaked underwear seeping through to my pant.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13945670-111969473481341799?l=donq8y.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://donq8y.blogspot.com/feeds/111969473481341799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13945670&amp;postID=111969473481341799&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13945670/posts/default/111969473481341799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13945670/posts/default/111969473481341799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://donq8y.blogspot.com/2005/06/day-time-dreams.html' title='DAY TIME DREAMS'/><author><name>Don</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16764308015687212010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13945670.post-111969264115559512</id><published>2005-06-25T02:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-25T02:44:01.160-07:00</updated><title type='text'>WELCOME</title><content type='html'>Welcome to my Blog of erotic stories and poems&lt;br /&gt;Where your fantasies are treasured like gems&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Share your innermost desire without shame&lt;br /&gt;Be they for a lad or a dame&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the nakedly erotic&lt;br /&gt;To the veiled, yet ecstatic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Images that'll make you moist&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good, naughty, bad, we're open to all&lt;br /&gt;Class, value, entertainment the result&lt;br /&gt;Alas, one fact you must recall&lt;br /&gt;To enjoy it all, you must be an adult&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13945670-111969264115559512?l=donq8y.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://donq8y.blogspot.com/feeds/111969264115559512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13945670&amp;postID=111969264115559512&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13945670/posts/default/111969264115559512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13945670/posts/default/111969264115559512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://donq8y.blogspot.com/2005/06/welcome.html' title='WELCOME'/><author><name>Don</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16764308015687212010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
