From Pud to Stud

They say, “Youth is wasted on the young”

Sad, but true, especially when it comes to love—and sex

Mostly sex

I can easily recall the days of rock hard abs

Wet dreams every night

Woodies every morning

Pre-teens and teens claiming to be studs

For getting to first base

Maybe second

And heckling your buddies

For beating their puds

While lying

And denying

Pubescent pecker parties of one

Nightly

Perhaps twice

Even thrice

Daily

 

Each year older and a little bolder

The lies grow exponentially

Beyond the fractions of your actions

Your best bud beats you

He’s the first to go all the way

“For real,” he says

Till you find out

From a friend of a friend

He shot his wad on her panties

Before his dick ever touched her quim

Then fate chooses to be kind

With your first time all the way

You earn the right of a shit eating grin

You play with her pussy

Then stick it right in

Before your five second fiasco

But what a glorious five seconds

Till she complains about your lack of stamina

And you try to compare it to rodeo stars

Where eight seconds is all that’s required

But your sales pitch fails

And the jail bait bails

Though you call after her

Claiming we can try again

And she drops you even lower

“Come back when you become a man”

 

If you survive the embarrassment of youth

The day does arrive when you become a man

Perhaps even a stud

But only if you’ve learned the art of the mind-fuck

You’ve got to capture a woman’s emotions

Long before the oral

The vaginal

The anal

And all other pleasures you take in hand

Kinky Nursery Rhyme

One, two,
No clothes, no shoes;
Three, four,
Kneel at door;
Five, six,
Bag of tricks;
Seven, eight,
Laid out straight;
Nine, ten,
What and when;
Eleven, twelve,
He dips and delves;
Thirteen, fourteen,
Spanks His queen;
Fifteen, sixteen,
Until blush is seen;
Seventeen, eighteen,
Unzips His jeans;
Nineteen, twenty,
Kinky fun a’plenty.

A Dungeon Tale : a generation gap perspective

Lester made his way to the bar counter as fast as his gimpy leg could hobble, eased himself onto a stool, and hooked his cane on the counter edge.

“Gimme’ a stiff one, Bubba,” said Lester. “Make it a double… double quick.”

“Well, if it ain’t Lester Moore, more or less,” said Bubba. “What’s got yer’ tighty whiteys in a tangle?” Continue reading “A Dungeon Tale : a generation gap perspective”

In the Woods

So what if Red Riding Hood and the Wolf is cliché

We still love the woods, all night and all day

A mountain cabin is perfect for a retreat

But anywhere can be blessed when your love is complete

 

Away from civilization, no one around us for miles

We frolic in the woods wearing nothing but smiles

Or we lounge all day long naked in the bed

Fucking this way and that way, and of course giving head

 

We open the bag with all the adult pleasure toys

For binding, spanking, and orgasmic penetration joys

Yes, every time we go on a vacation trip

It’s always enhanced by our D/s relationship

 

With kat as Red Riding Hood our tale takes a turn

She’s red with arousal, her body does burn

She fears not her Alpha, she wants him to pounce

And lick up her juices, every last ounce

 

He pounces and licks, then slurps up some more

He savors the flavor, with sensations galore

By then his wolf stick is needing a sheath

He stuffs it on in… wow, what a relief

 

“Oh, what a feeling,” she says with delight

“Because Little Red, you’re so fucking tight.”

“If you like tight holes, I have a surprise, my dear

Flip me, and lube me, and fuck my tight rear”

 

“A grand gift indeed, and one I shall take

I’ll fuck you until you quiver and quake”

“Stop talking, just do it, my body is on fire

Ram it, and slam it, and fill our anal desire”

 

Once bidden, twice done, pure orgasmic bliss

Doubling the pleasure, there’s nothing better than this

So when kat asked, “Daddy, can we stay another week?”

“Sure, baby, now let’s shower, it’s time for a little tongue-in-cheek”

Mother’s Milk

[Just a humorous lyric to usher in the Mother’s Day weekend.]

 

The best thing in life isn’t money

The best thing in life isn’t silk

Not rubies or diamonds, emeralds or pearls

It’s just old-fashioned Mother’s Milk

 

Nine months of life and then out pops man

Then spends all of his life trying to get back in

He soon finds out only part of him still fits

Leaving hands and mouth to roam about the tits

 

Mother’s Milk! Mother’s Milk! Just as sweet as it can be

Even though it’s been many years since last tasting this memory

Mother’s Milk! Mother’s Milk! There’s no need for concern

For although there’s no milk today, the nipples are still quite firm

 

The breasts that you were weaned on

Are no longer yours to share

Think of the public image

And how people would stare

 

So you must get your own sweet wife

And quickly make her a mother

And when the baby sucks on one

You simply suck the other

 

Mother’s Milk! Mother’s Milk! With minerals, proteins, and such

And even if moms don’t drink a lot, they sure enjoy the touch

Mother’s Milk! Mother’s Milk! Life giving sustenance

And even when your spouse runs dry, keep sucking, it helps romance

 

Mother’s Milk! Mother’s Milk! The best thing in the land

And it won’t take much to get satisfaction from your man

Mother’s Milk! Mother’s Milk! For in romance it seems

That when Daddy takes Mother’s Milk, Mother takes Daddy’s cream