Mounds of Venus

Erotic Poetry

Take your lust-laced musings for a walk

Amid my swelling mounds of Venus,

And feel the mighty surge of the Aphroditic tides

Squalling forth from the twilight

Trapped between my quaking shuddering limbs.

Let my Aeolian murmurs dance upon the top of your head

And your shoulders

As your moans get tangled in fractaled folds

Of my glistening moon-steeped love

~~~

👽❤xoxoxo❤👽

Whispers

Erotic Poetry

I feel your whispers between my legs,

Against the gauzy material hiding my pulsating jewel,

Against the outer curves of my quivering thighs,

All along the flaring lines of my gyrating hips.

I feel your whispers there,

And your saliva

Pooling at the dip of my waist

And the mouth of my pussy.

Pull the lace away from my dripping cavern,

And lick me until you’ve made me

Fall apart

Before your adoring eyes

And gaping mouth.

❤👽xoxoxo👽❤

New Year’s Eve

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Some people are busy making resolutions for 2020,

And getting gussied up for fancy parties and whatnot.

Not me. Nope.

I am celebrating the end of the decade

By pressing my boobies into the snow

Then eating… snow….

Just keeping it weird…

Right into the next decade.

*** Christmas was draining, and left me feeling like shit for a few days. I went snowshoeing today, and it was very restorative. Obviously, I created a little fun for myself. ***

Happy New Year, fellow oddities!

🥂🍾❤👽xoxoxo👽❤🍾🥂

Naughty or Nice

Erotic Short Stories & Vignettes

She crawled up the length of the bed, tore her glasses off, and stared deep into his smoldering dark eyes where she could see her own reflection:

Animalistic;

Mischeivous;

Saliva-kissed blood red lips;

Star-bright icicle eyes;

“Have I been naughty or nice this year?” She asked with a feigned coyness only she could pull off.

“What do you think?” He replied, his words infused with a grin and an eye roll.

“Right…” she replied as she reached under the bed, pulling out a little many-tailed whip. “Better get crackin’ then… if you want to reformat me for next year…”.

His grin fell from his lips as he took the whip in his weathered hands,

“Assume the position,” was all he said as he hulked over her curvy little body, a body all sin and sweetness and everything in between.

~~~

🌲👽❤xoxoxo❤👽🌲

Chocolat

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I love making chocolate confections at Christmastime.

I put a lot of love into each batch,

And I wholeheartedly enjoy the candy-making process…

Maybe a little too much,

As my photos may suggest.

Singing Christmas carols (and fucking up the lyrics) while melting the dark chocolate in a bain marie.

Crushing candy canes with a hammer… which helps with holiday anxiety.

Chopping up Swiss milk chocolate to sprinkle on the melted dark chocolate spread cross parchment paper, along with the candy cane pieces and toasted pecans.

Then melting white chocolate to flick and splotch onto all of that layered sticky sweet deliciousness.

I always make sure to taste test the final product…

Which never ceases to make me

Groan with the kind of pleasure

Only a handmade chocolatey confection can.

***Taste-testing occurred only after the final product was made. No nipple or saliva was included in the featured chocolate bark.***

Merry Christmas, Happy Holidays and Happy New Year! 🍾🥂

🤶❤👽xoxoxo👽❤🎅

Write Me

Erotic Poetry

Plunge your voice into me,

Penetrate me with your verbs,

And all of the tainted musings sullying your thoughts.

Stab my heart with salacious soliloquies,

Spank me with stinging sentences,

And make me bend beneath the power of your wanton words.

Brand me with your poetry,

As I drip

And flood

And spray,

Leaving behind a damp trail

Of voraciously lustful verses

Written by you

But published within me.

~~~

❤👽xoxoxo👽❤

Headless

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I still feel your heated and hushed words against my dew-licked skin.

Flame-scorched whisperings that blow cold the burning beads of sweat curling down the dreamscape of my body,

Sending chills up and down my spine,

And right into the living marrow of my ghostwhite bones.

There is no place for a mind in times like this,

No place for thought,

For sense,

No place for doubt,

Or for time;

We exist on a timeless, senseless plane,

And I am content to abandon the density of this earth for the Light

Of a higher realm.

I lost my head the moment you opened your mouth upon me,

And fed your utterings and divine growlings into my soul.

❤👽xoxoxo👽❤

Under the Pressure

Erotic Poetry

Coiled lightning bolts;

Crushed thunder claps;

Inverse volcanic ejaculation;

Crossed hurricane eyes;

All beneath my quivering percussive drum-tight skin.

With collapsed lungs and stolen breath,

Choking on lament and eternal shade,

I am writhing and grabbing

And clawing and squeezing

The errant parts and pieces

That refuse to stay coiled and crushed and compressed.

Things are collapsing and expanding,

And the skin stretched over my heart is crazing and cracking

Under the pressure.

~~~

❤👽xoxoxo👽❤

Pluck Me

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Pluck my strings

And transform me into your instrument of longing.

Play me like your fiddle,

And make me reel and tremble as you conjure music with my moans.

Compose me like a salacious symphony,

Edge me towards a frenzied crescendo

Of cacophonous exclamation,

And pluck me until I deconstruct

Into single notes of pure tone and spent ecstacy.

~~~~

❤👽xoxoxo👽❤

Stay With Me

Weird Poetry

Let’s not rush

Towards cold wet pavement

And packed buses

And loud ceiling lights

And the vexing modernity

Pushing against the door

And pounding on the windows.

Crawl back under the sheets

And get lost once more,

In my flesh and yours,

Which is one and the same.

Stay with me a little while longer.

Then we can worry about being brave

And conquering a world

We have no desire to actually conquer.

❤👽xoxoxo👽❤

Stockings

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Oh I love wearing stockings.

They make me feel wild and powerful.

And carnal.

And wanton.

And abundantly creative and life-giving.

And oddly… tall.

Which is strange because I am not tall in the least.

It’s like they were meant to be worn while towering over someone;

Before fixing to squat over a desperately thirsty face.

I will let you finish that errant thought…

Because I’m not sure I want to…

Or do I?

Maybe I will finish that thought…

In private.

Because some thoughts, fantasies, or whatever

Are way hotter when lusted after in secret.

❤👽xoxoxo👽❤