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My Place in Life

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My Place In Life

By: sub boy roy


Whip my asshole and spread it wide

I need to feel pain very, very deep inside

Quench the desire that canâ€

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â„¢t be denied

That only domination can satisfy


Once respected with children and wife

Now being a cum sucking whore is my life

In society proper I once had a role

Now its cleaning cocks and dirty assholes


Remind me of my past… use it to torture me

My mouth filled with cum is something my friends should see

Dressed like a prostitute nothing on underneath

You take me out looking for men on the street


My mouth you hold open for the cock of your man

You spank me barehanded and tell me I am

Just a bitch dog to use for your play

You slap my face hard and I do what you say


After you fuck I lick the cum from your snatch

Clean his cock with my mouth and worship your ass

In a noose from the roof by my neck I am hung

You whip my stiff cock and balls till I cum


I shoot out my cum mixed with blood on the ground

This makes you angry so you lower me down

To spend the rest of the evening licking it up

Riding your friends big black cock up my butt             


Completely Random Act of Poetry

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The main lights go out, The dance floor lights come on. The music starts, The fog’s turned on. Women in low cut tops, Cleavage on show. Enter the dance floor, Friends in tow. Glances are met, Moves are noted. Temperatures are rising, Reticence gets demoted. Vision lingers, Pulses race. Curiosity piqued, By a beautiful face. Across the floor, Dancers do glide. Feelings flowing, An unstoppable tide. People are dodged, Hands are ducked. Shoulders hunch, As arms are tucked. Bodies get closer, Personal scents mingle. Bodies on fire, Nerve endings tingle. Finally they meet, Under the lights. Hemmed in by mortals, Eyes shinning bright. The beat goes on, The hour darkens. His hand touches flesh, To see what happens. She feels his touch, Brush her skin. She makes a move, Closer to sin. Br

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eath on cheek, Hand on hip. Passion is on, A one way trip. With no rejection, He moves his hand. Pulling her closer, The flames are fanned. She feels his need, A mirror of hers. Union beckons, She grabs her purse. The exit approaches, Into fresh air Both make haste. Down the stair. The taxi rank is quiet, As passengers are dropped. The night is still young, Atmosphere not popped. In the taxi, Mouths do meet. Between her legs, Juices do seep. The fare is paid, The taxi heads back. He searches for key, To enter his flat. With mutual assent, They head for his room. He can’t believe, He’s pulled so soon. Next to the bed, They kiss and flirt. His hands slide, Under her skirt. He feels the gusset, Of her knickers. Fingers roam, Leaving slicker. She groans at his touch, Their tongues meet. Her knickers fall, Around her feet. Her skirt follows, As does her top. She yells at him, Not to stop. He halts his touch, So he can strip. As her fingers, Massage her clit. The bed beckons, He pulls back the cover. Lying down, He invites his lover. She lies down, Next to his side. Smiling in invitation, As their skin collides. Mouth on breast, Tongue on nipple. From his cock, Pre-cum does dribble. Intent is stated, Assent is given. Cries of pleasure, As flesh is riven. He plunges deep, As far as he can go. The pressure builds, She’s about to blow. Her fingers dig deep, Scratching his back. She cries out, As muscles contract. He continues to thrust, Riding her waves. Seeking the release, That his body craves. Her body subsides, On a pleasure ocean. Her cum covers him, With its lotion. Desperate for release, He thrusts harder. The smile on her face, Increasing his ardour. He feels the start, Of explosive orgasm. Releasing his seed, Into her chasm. Spent, their fluids mingle, Their bodies held close. Mouths whisper, Meaningless prose. He slips from her, As sleep claims both. Between her legs, Life grows forth.

Obligatory note type thingy. The fuck am I going to do this again! (Not in a hurry at least). I would never have attempted it, if it had not been for that stupid animal alphabet thing on the forum. But no, I had to try it (FOOL!). Which got me thinking (Always a bad thing), “I’ve never tried poetry”. Well, it’s another category abused, so what does that leave me with- Bondage, Gay (male), Ethnic…. 26/9/04 new note: The above was written and posted but lost as SSP was up-graded. Since then I have been unable to post. Sam Part 2 was the last accepted submission, and it was butchered. So this, hopefully, is the restart of submissions. The next will be the re-submission of an un-butchered Sam P2. Fingers crossed.

Exposing Myself

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My husband will go out of his way to check out women he sees in short skirts or that may be showing a little more breast than normal. On one occasion he just kept talking about this cute young thing that kept giving him great up-skirt shots at the mall. I finally asked him how he would feel if some guy kept following me around to look up my dress. I was somewhat shocked when he very bluntly asked me if I would do that for him, you know, wear a short skirt and give guys a free look while he watched their reactions. Well, I decided to teach him a lesson, so the next weekend I put on the shortest skirt I could find without any panties and took my husband shopping at the mall.
Since I really had never knowingly let men see up my dress I was a bit unsur
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e just how to go about doing this. My husband finally suggested that I go into a sporting goods store and find something on a lower shelf to look at. So before I had a chance to change my mind I went in and went to the section that had the golf equipment, two young men were in the same section and once I was sure they were checking me out I turned my back to them and bent over just a bit, as if I were looking at the items on the bottom. I felt a bit odd and I noticed that my husband seemed to be okay with these young guys looking at my pussy as I bent over.
I didn't know for sure what to do so I left and went back into the main mall area. My husband actually thanked me for the show I had put on. I have to admit it did excite me a bit knowing that men were seeing me and that it was turning my husband on. I saw a bench facing a busy store and decided to sit and let my legs drift apart a bit. At first, when I knew someone was looking, I would turn my head away but soon found that it was turning me on when I looked right at the guy and moved my legs apart for him. My husband was really getting turned on and so was I.
We decided to go to a western store and try on some boots. I was really nervous when we walked into the store and looked around. I quickly sat down and crossed my legs. My husband went to where he could pretend to look at shoes and watch. I could feel the cool vinyl seat under my butt but fought the desire to pull the dress under me. The salesman was a little older than me, perhaps in his early thirties. He came back and proceeded to kneel right in front of me. My heart jumped as he did. The dress was pretty light so it fell across my legs preventing him from seeing up. There was this awkward nervousness in both our actions as I uncrossed my legs and stretched my leg out for him to measure my foot. His cool hands held my calf as he took the measurement. There was absolutely no way to do this without revealing myself to him.  When he came back he proceeded to slip the boot which spread my legs. Oh My God! I thought the guys eyes were going to pop out as he obviously caught a glimpse of my bare pussy. I have to admit that the reaction sent more than a couple of waves of excitement through me. I didn’t say a thing nor did he as I tried to act natural as I presented my other foot. He was doubly nervous as he held my calf and did my left boot but did manage to get through it. Not a word was said. I think he was in shock. Well he finally finished and I walked around a little before telling him I’d take them. By then my pussy was quite swollen and was getting wet from my excitement. Any more arousal and I’d be leaving a spot on the seat as well as my dress. I let him take the boots off, feeling a little embarrassment for the guy as he tried to act natural despite looking at my swollen pussy lips and the tent in his pants. My husband saw the whole thing and was really excited. We decided the next time, a see-through top and maybe a bit shorter on the skirt.