King of Fools

The King of Fools is a fisherman

of that there is no doubt

because he fishes not for fish

but compliments to brag about.

 

No compliment ever caught

could satisfy an insecure guy

so he might as will fish for fish

at least then he can have a fish fry.

 

[Another contribution from JW.]

Lady in the Lingerie

[Another contribution by JW: a song / lyric.]

CH:

The lady in the panties, the lady in the bra
The lady so sexy, standing straight and tall
The lady in the boutique in such an array
Can you tell me please, who’s the lady?
The lady in the lingerie

Look at those legs, look at that tan
Look at that smile as she smiles so grand
Look at those angles, look at those curves
But most of all I admire those nerves

Standing in the aisle as if nothing were wrong
Shopping for some things while humming a song
Causing people passing by to stop and stare
And wonder who’s this lady who’s almost bare?

(to chorus)

Pure silk stockings and sexy garter belt
Turning the heat up, so that my heart will melt
My palms are getting clammy, and there’s sweat on my brow
I want to meet her badly, but I don’t know how

 
Could the manager introduce me to her?
Or would the cashier say, “Sure I’ll help you sir,”
Someone help me please before I lose my mind
Help me meet this lady now standing in the line

(to chorus)

Should I speak to her, or worship from afar?
Quick, the answer please, she’s now heading for her car
I need to get her address, her number, and her name
Someone quickly stop her, she’s driving me insane

She cruises up to me and stops, but not for long
Hands me something soft and says, “Put these where they belong”
It was her silky panties with a note pinned to the seam
“Wake-up now, its morning, there’s no more time to dream”

(Chorus)
(adlib out)
Can’t I dream some more?
Just a little while longer
Please………….
Come back lady!

 

 

Alpha’s Bawdy Word Play: No# 16

[Alpha’s modern version of bawdy rhymes and erotica from the vaudeville and burlesque periods.]

Heavenly Host
For once, dear Anna met a heavenly host
A man of many talents, but never did boast
Come meet him, she said
Pay no mind that he’s dead
The sex may be kinky, but he’s a gentlemanly ghost

For Profit
You’re not that kind of mistress, now come to my bed
You’ve taken the diamonds, now give me some head
My money’s like clay
Sculpt’s this slut day-to-day
Profit is her master, best made when clothes are all shed

Spanking
Off with those panties, show your naughty zone glistering
It’s time for a spanking, a leather belt blistering
First comes the warm-up, skin-upon-skin
Preparing your ass for some strict discipline
With a smack and a whack on your fleshy sweet spot
Your ass cheeks are burning, arousingly hot
Caressing your flesh makes you whimper and moan
Then smack with a paddle and you utter a groan
When the spanking is over and tears are all shed
You cuddle beside me; in my lap rests your head
It’s time for some lovin’, some sweet after-care
And contemplate why you sass me, then utter a dare

One good turn deserves another

Eager, her beaver, to be touched and tongued. My lips
explored her adorable feminine tits. My eyes
assessed her breasts. I caressed the curvaceous hips,
the slim limbs, and admired with desire the smooth thighs.

Fingers often lingered upon cheek and neck. I sniffed
the subtle whiff of perfume. I lapped up the taste
of crook and nape. My fingers continued to drift
along ribs and tummy: goosebumps aroused along the waist.

Expanding and contracting trails that lazily strayed,
descending upon her mons veneris like predators. Felt arousal of prick,
but denial with a smile, more arousal, wait awhile: self-betrayed.
Penis pleading for juicy pussy: rock hard, a throb, a kick.

“I will tease to please,” I said. She shifted her legs in ascent.
Rolled to her side, spread her legs wide, allowed me to pass.
Alas, no gas! To the dark joy behind, I licked as I went
from clit to pussy to perineum to ass.

Spreading buttocks wide, arousal alive, urged me to begin.
I descend the sexy slopes and proceed to the puckered goal.
Quick flicking, tasteful licking, her crotch pressed my chin.
Her legs quivered and shivered from her tongue-wormed hole.

Her sensation afire, desired consummation. She untucked
her legs and lay waiting, panting with an expression of joy.
Arousingly charged, clit quite enlarged and aching to be sucked.
Clawing the sheets, far better than any fuck toy.

She inspected my erection. I perused her pussy with a stare
from mons level. A visual feast with eyes wide
I gazed thru the landscaped tuft of pubic hair
to the twin hills of breast beyond, sloping to opposite sides.

Returning to task, I scanned her crotch complete
from clit to anus. I relished the grace
of female genitalia. I tasted the delectable treat.
She shivered as I tongued the sliver of her clit: a slow deliberate pace.

Sucking with lips the miniscule dome or clitoral head.
With tongue’s tip I tickle the sensitive nub and groove.
She’s thrilled, I can tell. “Don’t stop!” she pleadingly said.
“More! More!” And achingly slow I did move.

Intently, but gently, my tongue trailed her pleasure place.
Inner and outer lips, enjoying the moments down
in each crook and cranny, then often would retrace
inch-by-inch to her throbbing nub-like crown.

Excitement within swelled. New desires did come
as I traveled her engorged labial walls.
I teased nerve-endings with finger and thumb
while pleasuring her pussy. I soon felt kat’s claws.

She did gyrate when I did penetrate steady and slow.
With every stroke I made a grinding twist with my cock.
Her undulation from my penetration, then she whimpered “Oh!”
She panted and moaned, elated from the pleasure shock.

Two slick fingers in her ass for multiple stimulation,
while prick pounding pussy grows hard as a rock.
She melted and swooned with euphoric sensations
and the inner sluices with her juices began to unlock.

Immeasurable pleasure urged thrusts double-quick.
Spasms, orgasms, vaginal and anal convulsing complete.
Sated lust, stress released, spunk filled and thick.
She said, “Can we take-5 Daddy, then flip me over and repeat?”

 

Compatibility of the Sexes

JW, from JW’s Creative World, is one of the few people we’ve met since beginning A&k. He has put his blog on hiatus indefinitely; which is sad, because his creative talents span a variety of mediums: writing, art, and music just to name a few. In fact, that’s what inspired us to meet, since I dabble in various creative outlets, as well.

However, he has graciously allowed kat and I full access to his work. He’s done this out of the kindness of his heart after learning about our situation, which makes it difficult to have fresh material ready to post on our twice a week schedule.

While he lives a D/s lifestyle his creative work covers many areas, and we plan on exhibiting most of them: interspersed with our posts.

Kat and I have grown to love him (and his pretty lady and sexy sub) like family in the relatively short time we’ve known them. And we thank him from the bottom of our hearts for his self-less gesture and use of his creative work.

We hope you enjoy his diverse talents as we do.

 

Compatibility of the Sexes

 

When a good girl and a bad boy get betrothed,
he glimpses heaven while she catches hell,
their sex life is fast, furious, sporadic, and fleeting,
and the only heavenly treatment she’ll ever get
is during recuperation from her injuries in Saint something-or-other Hospital.

When a bad girl and a good boy get hitched
it is heaven up front but hell in the end
when he finds out the “good” sex was only her way
of gaining financial security through divorce of another love-struck fool.

When a bad boy and bad girl get together
their marriage is hell on Earth… but
with a sex life so heavenly satisfying
it must inevitably damn them for eternity.

When a good boy and good girl join as one
their marriage is the perfect union, heaven on Earth
with a sex life so hellishly boring
it can actually earn them sainthood
unless, of course, they pretend to be bad in the bedroom.