Brando B's blog: "XX rated poetry"

There's the case of young Nellie MaGrew, Who suffered the symptoms of flu, So she wanted to talk To her friendly old doc, Who always knew just what to do. He described what he'd do in detail, And then pretty young Nellie grew pale. To be played with down there Gave this patient a scare, And what if the treatment would fail. But considering all of the facts She wondered if she could relax. The doc said, "Don't linger, I've warmed up my finger, And I know about contours and cracks." Young Nellie, a virginal maid, Had never been fondled nor laid. Closing tight her blue eyes She spread open her thighs As her fears began slowly to fade. She felt a soft gentle caress As Doc Shelly reached under her dress. When he hit the right spot Our sweet Nellie got hot, And at this point she couldn't care less. She felt she was high like on coke, Then it seemed that her fever had broke. She yelled "Holly shit!" When her orgasm hit, And she thought she had just had a stroke. Both her legs were still up in the air When she asked "What just happened down there? That was something all new, My God what did you do? Never mind, it felt good, I don't care!" "I hope that your schedule's not booked, Let me know what you've got once you've looked. I still feel quite delirious, My condition's most serious, On this treatment I think I am hooked." In his book the doc took a quick peek, "I can see you again in one week." Then his treatment progressed, As the doc got undressed- 'Twas a pelvic exam, so to speak. "Now Nellie, I want you to heed, "I'm giving a shot that you need," Well the doc began moaning, That then turned to groaning, And poor Mary had thought he had peed. One day as our Nellie undressed, She said, "I'm becoming obsessed That my belly's grow larger," So the doc didn't charge 'er, And said, "You are merely depressed." Doc Shelly said then with a wink, "On this pad I will write what I think, For it's all in your head," So I think that instead Of me you should go see this shrink." Said the shrink, "No you're not a neurotic, And you're hardly a raving psychotic. It is not a delusion Nor crazy illusion, The cause of your swelling's erotic." So she called up Doc Shelly and said, "The shrink said it's not in my head, But I wanted to mention, That I'm feeling some tension, And I fear that I'll soon be quite dead." Then the doc said, "That news is quite numbing, But I've sworn to attend to your plumbing. So don't worry at all, For I'll make a house call, You'll not go, for I'll soon have you coming." Well he skillfully dispelled her fears, And her orgasm brought her to tears, But she said with a grin, As the doctor slid in, "This treatment will likely take years." So that was the story of Nellie, And her care under old Doctor Shelly. Diagnosis was made, And the doctor's been paid, But her cure caused a well-rounded belly.

I miss you. I can't sleep. The bed seems so empty without you next to me. There's no use in trying to force myself to sleep, so I sit up and light a cigarette.The roses you sent me yesterday are in full bloom. Their fragrance somehow makes me feel a little less lonely. I'm wearing my red satin teddy, you know, the one that laces up the front, the one that you love. Do you remember the last time I wore it? When we made those hot pictures and then made the most wonderful, passionate love? I can't wait till you're home. I need to try and get some sleep. Lying back down, I look over at the roses and my thoughts drift back to last night. We made love, enough to last us until your return. Only, it wasn't enough. Remembering it just gets me horny for you. My hands involuntarily go to my breasts, and my nipples begin to harden under the satin. I love the feel of this teddy, and slowly glide my hands over it. Returning to my breasts, I run my thumbs over my nipples, and gently pinch them. They're getting harder and I want to feel your mouth on them, your tongue swirling it's way around, your teeth gently scraping. Slowly untying the ribbon on my teddy, I slide my hands inside. My skin feels so hot. Covering my breasts with my hands, I knead them firmly, but gently. They feel so good. Lifting one breast to my mouth, my tongue encircles my nipple, coaxing it to get even larger still. Sucking it sends tingles right between my legs, and I can feel myself moistening. My pussy involuntarily contracts. Gliding my hands down my stomach, I slide the teddy down over my hips and kick it off my legs. I can no longer take my time; my pussy is throbbing, crying out for attention. My hands move between my legs, lingering for just a moment on my heart-shaped red patch that you so lovingly designed for me. The contrast of feeling it and then my smooth shaved lips is exciting me even more. My hand remains on my outer lips, delighting in their softness, until slowly, deliberately, I spread them apart. My finger slides deep inside and I squeeze it tight. God, how I wish it was your fingers. Slippery with my juices, I run my finger lightly over my clit and it hardens under my touch. Slightly spreading two fingers, I run them along either side of my clit and into my hole. In and out, again and again, each time bring more of my nectar out with them. Each time pressing tighter against my clit. I'm at the edge and I can't hold back any longer. Using both hands I spread my pussy wider and using one finger, I press hard on my clit, stroking it, rolling it harder and faster as I feel the waves begin. My body tenses, hips rising, all feeling centered on my pussy and the floodgates open. With each contraction, my pussy ejaculates a stream of my sweet honey. I'm cumming the way you love. A river running into my hands and flooding the bed. Two fingers slip deep inside me, and I play with myself hard with them, while my thumb continues working on my clit. Again and again my body tenses, and each time brings another gush of hot juice onto my hand, another scream of pleasure from my lips. Until I finally become so swollen, so sensitive, that I can't bear even the slightest touch. My hand rests on the outside of my pussy, holding it, soothing it until it calms. Gradually, my heartbeat and breathing return to normal. Rolling over, I grab your pillow and scrunch it up against me. I am sated, content and sleep will soon overtake me. Before I drift into alpha stage, though I slide over, away from the area drenched by the deluge. Why didn't I do this when you was here with me to watch?

It’s been a long day at work. The runs keep coming in, the radio keeps talking and the miles add up. For a few short minutes, you get a chance to check your email. The clock on the computer reads six-forty five, and seems to go backwards. You scroll down the email list and notice an email from an old co-worker. You open it up and read every word. You smile and squirm in your seat. It sends your mind into frenzy. You read it again and focus in on its content. Some parts almost make you blush. All of the sudden, the tones drop on the radio. You are sent down the street to an unknown problem. You close out your email and get up only to see your relief standing there. He offers to take the call and asks for the keys. You throw them at him and grab your stuff from the ambulance. You clock out as you watch them drive off in a blaze of glory. You then walk out to your car and get in. The drive home seems long, but your mind wonders back to the email you just read. Your body gets warm and flushed. At a stoplight, you stretch your legs. Your skin becomes sensitive, with every thought of that risqué email. You breathe deeply and slowly as the light changes to green. You can feel your nipples becoming erect with every breath. You shake your head and smile. No matter how hard you try, you are not able to get that situation out of your head. You run your hand down the inside of your left thigh. The sensation sends quivers between your legs. You breathe deeper, causing your stiff nipples to rub up against your bra. You want to close your eyes and dream about the fantasy, but you know you can’t. You move around in your seat as you pull into the driveway. You get out of the car and walk into your house. Finding no one home, you remember that everyone were going out tonight. You strip off your clothes and walk into the bathroom. View Gallery You turn the shower on and let it warm up. You climb into the shower and feel the warmth hit your body. You run your hands over your shoulders as the water massages your back. You feel instant relief of the stressful day. Water trickles down your chest and across your breast. It then drips along your stomach and between your legs. You close your eyes and sigh. You grab your sponge and lather it up. You slide it over your shoulders and across your neck. Instantly you fantasize about the email. You turn the sponge into his hands. You imagine him standing behind you, pressing up against you. You can feel his arms wrap around your body, as he kisses your neck. You can feel the warm water run across your body, as he gently breathes by your left ear. He grabs your lathered sponge and rubs it against your breast. You slowly slide it around the bottom of your breast and back up to the top. The sponge catches your hard nipples, which sends shivers through your body. Lowering his hands onto your stomach, you feel the warm water release and run between your legs. The water makes you softly moan. View Gallery You imagine his hand touching yours and placing it just above your hot pussy. He guides your hand over your clit as you raise your leg up to the edge of the tube. The warm water runs across your body, coating your wet pussy and down your leg. His hand is on top of yours as her rubs you clit back and forth. You moan with every stroke of his hand. The water massages your back as you imagine him kissing you. You can feel his tongue touching yours as you lick your lips. He guides a few of your fingers inside you. It makes your knees shake so much, you grab on to the shower curtain. He presses his palm down onto your clit as he strokes your fingers in and out of you. Surges of energy rolls through your body as his fingers move faster and faster. Your hips rock back and forth slowly as you are close to cumming. His fingers move back up to your clit as you begin to shake. You turn around and water hits against your chest. You imagine his mouth sucking your nipples as the water hits you. You finger tips press against your clit, as you start to cum. His hands guide yours faster and faster. You grab onto the shower curtain as your body shakes. Your toes curl in as you scream out in ecstasy. Your sensitive body shakes as the water drips across it. You instantly feel relieved as you open your eyes. You turn the water off and get out of the shower. As you dry off, you can hear your phone ringing. You walk over to it and notice it’s a text message. It says “Can’t stop thinking about you, I want you too.

From where I lie, nestled between your tender thighs I see stretching out before me the spectacular landscape of your beautiful body. My nose is surrounded by the untrimmed bush that sprouts upon a bony ridge. Unseen, my tongue has found the fountain of your womanhood and your earthy taste is sweet within my mouth. My eyes travel across the flat plain of your soft stomach, lingering at that shallow crater where a small gold ring decorates the rim most distant from me. It is a rolling meadow to the lush foothills of your breasts. Small firm mountains, a matched set, twin peaks each topped with its own perky nipple sitting alert as though calling out for attention. Beyond the mountains your chest and neck display the warm reddish flush that signals your arousal, like flowers announcing the coming of spring. My eyes travel over your chin, finding full lips that reveal nothing of your intense inner pleasure, save a small upturning of each corner. Your eyes are tightly closed as you look deep within. Golden hair provides a wispy frame for your lovely face as you are swept up in the avalanche of your arousal. Your face reveals no recognition of my presence, for you are swallowed up in the ecstacy of your sexual pleasures. As I now concentrate on my pleasure in giving to you, I close my eyes, for I have captured the landscape of your body. Your indelible image is imprinted on my mind and in fantasy, I will swallow you up. My mouth will consume you, taking you in and you becoming a part of me and I of you until the plains heave up, the mountains shake, and the bodyscape before me erupts with the fury buried within the deepest strata of your passionate soul.

Cradled between your tender thighs I lift you to my mouth. The abundance of your wetness greets me and my mouth overflows with your warm essence. Your sweet taste is on my tongue and your fragrance delights my senses. No gentle lick this visit. No bashful cautious approach For I wish to consume you. Push against my hungry mouth As the tip of my tongue slides up the slippery furrow that welcomes me between rows of delicate pink petals. Thrust against my generous tongue. Show me the power of your desire for my oral caress. My exploring tongue lifts the hood and finds your smooth firm pearl. You squeal in that unique way, signaling that I have found your special spot. I harden in response. My jaws protests what my open mouth provides but I am unrelenting in my gift, intent only on your fulfillment. I feel your body tense, and you are quiet now... Concentrating... bearing down. Soon now my love, ecstasy approaches. You push hard and fast against my tongue, shameless in using me and I so willingly comply until you cry out... and in your satisfaction, I will find mine, But mine will be the greater.