Lovers Touch

It’s not always from orifice with kat I cum
Delight is equally found between nimble fingers and thumb
With pleasing softness do they journey make
Up, down, and around the manly snake
Eliciting an occasional spasmodic quiver and quake
Sparks connection with my heart, emotion does move
For all with kat enhances thru our love
Now mind and body, pleasure partners crowd
Music plays and Eros laughs aloud
When reality and fantasy thru arousal now does cloud
kat plies me still with manual stimulation
With wicked grin while mastering mutual masturbation
I feel the rise of urgent primal need
As her unbounded skill charms forth my manly seed
While thru my veins the lusty liquid flies
I think of poets long ago, who claimed “tis’ how one dies”
A gushing forth of pure delight…
From lovers touch and lovers sight

Best Laid Plans

I’ve rode motorcycles most of my life. No matter which way my energy flows riding a bike grounds me. When I’m angry I ride. When I’m happy or sad I ride. If I’m confused and need to think… you got it…I ride.

I’m sure you get my drift. So, anytime I have to do without riding my life seems out of balance. Exactly the condition I found myself in lately because some drunk motherfucker cut short when turning left from the road he was on and clipped the front of my bike while I was in the right-hand turn lane.

While my bike jolted and twisted out from under me to the left, the inertia catapulted me ass over end to the right. And the intoxicated buffoon continued down the road, weaving all over the place: a hit and run.

So, you can imagine how good it felt to be astride my new Harley-Davidson as I cruised down the street, cut the engine, and coasted into our driveway. I wanted it to be a surprise to kat.

She wasn’t expecting me home for another hour. And she was in the bedroom at the back of the house exercising with the music playing. So, she was startled, like a deer in the headlights, when I entered.

“What are you doing home so early?” she asked.

“I want some quality time with you,” I said.

Which piqued her interest.

“But not here,” I said. “Get dressed and wear your black knee-high boots.”

Kat took some time to freshen up, but was still ready within a half-hour.

She rarely asks where we’re going. She knows me too well. It can be anything from a walk in the park to an elegant dinner to a week in Las Vegas and I still won’t tell.

In my view, everywhere we go is to be used for quality time. Yes, even day-to-day running around. It took me a long time to find my perfect mate. So, we try to make positive memories out of practically everything we do.

When kat was about to exit the house, I stopped her.

“Pull your leggings and panties down,” I said. “And face the door.”

She looked at me inquisitively but complied.

“Spread your cheeks,” I said, while reaching into my pocket.

Knowing what was coming this time, she again complied.

I placed a large dollop of Astro-Glide on the top of the bejeweled butt-plug, then began to rotate it around her tight little anus. After the plug and her asshole were well lubed I began to tease her while testing the resistance of her sphincter to accept the object.

I continued until she began to softly moan and the resistance waned. And I slowly but firmly eased the plug thru the puckered portal of pleasure that has given me more positive memories than I could ever recount.

I grabbed a fistful of kat’s hair and held it tightly as I whispered close to her ear.

“Release your cheeks,” I said. “Now bend forward, hands on knees, legs apart.”

She obeyed.

Without hesitation or explanation, I began to spank kat’s sexy ass. I predominantly start barehanded, and this was no exception. Mostly to warm her up before the harder spanking to come; but also, for my pleasure: enjoying skin-on-skin.

It didn’t take long for her to moan, and her body squirm under my tactile attention. And the double sensations—butt-plug and stinging cheeks—quickly brought her to the edge of orgasm… which I denied.

I gave her a moment to compose herself as I grabbed a belt and folded it in thirds (my preferred style) instead of double like most people I’ve seen.

The swish of the air, loud crack of leather on bare flesh, and the suppressed yelp elicited from kat sent chills thru my body and my cock strained against the zipper of my jeans.

Kat’s whimpers and moans, when she’s completely aroused, also thrill me to the core.

Fuck it! I thought.

I originally planned on denying kat an orgasm before we took the ride. But I’m a spontaneous kind of guy, who thinks most plans are just guidelines. They can be altered at any time.

I gave kat two groupings of fifteen swats with the belt, then fondled and finger-fucked her sopping wet cunt after each grouping. Then finished with a long, hard grouping of thirty swats, that she couldn’t quite finish, beginning an impact orgasm after the twenty-seventh swat: though I finished the other three anyway.

Kat screamed “Daddy! Daddy! Daddy!” to begin the physical release, which lasted over a minute.

During that time my want became need, and I firmly pushed her against the door, spread her legs wider, forced her to thrust her ass out, shoved down my jeans and shorts, and thrust my throbbing cock deep into her wet pussy.

I fiercely wanted an orgasm but I remained in control and alternated my thrusting patterns. I slammed it in and eased it out, followed by steady half-in half-out thrusts, followed by a rapid in-and-out motion just at the entrance, followed by the slow but constant deep thrusts—which brought kat off again. So, I jackhammered her deep and hard, which sent another orgasm coursing thru her body as I finally shot my cum inside her quivering cunt.

I held her firmly till the throes of orgasmic release subsided, then continued to hold her simply because I love to.

I still planned on showing her the new Harley and taking her for a ride. But, at this point, we could both use a little freshening up.

Alpha’s Bawdy Word Play: 6th Installment

This is a modern version of Bawdy Word Play, Erotica, or Tongue Twisters similar to the Vaudeville & Burlesque periods.

 

Joy lost, Joy gained
A boy with a toy had hours of joy
From dawn till dusk he did play
But the boy with the toy lost his joy
When a bully took his toy away
Then a girl with a pearl that liked to twirl
Met the boy in the woods one day
Saw a tear in his eye; said, “Please, don’t cry
We can share what no bully can take away.”
“I have a lock and you have a key,
It’ll bring us pleasure and great joy.”
“What trick are you trying to play?
I see no lock or key,” said the boy.
“Not in our hands, but between our thighs
Is the lock and key that will bring us highs”
Then she gave him a look,
And allowed him to touch
Then she treated him to a taste
Which he loved very much
And his years of being chaste
Appeared to be coming to an end
As she guided his cock into her cunt
And softly whispered, “I like you more than a friend.”

Belle’s Bell
Belle’s bell is rung with dick and tongue
When on the clit it plays
But when alone there’s still a tone
For Belle has found other ways
Without dick or tongue her bell is still rung
When each musical finger strays

New Girl
My new girl is not from this planet
Her twat muscles are as strong as granite
The tight restriction
Causes fiery friction
That gets smoking hot to trot when you fan it

Massage
The closest thing to a magic love potion
Is a full-body erotic massage with lotion
You knead it like dough
Arousal ebbs and flows
And climax comes in waves like the ocean

Award-Free Blog

We’ve received multiple nominations for various awards. And, while kat and I appreciate each nomination—accepting them as confirmation that we’re touching a few people with our words and efforts—we decided early on that this would be an award-free blog.

We want to make it clear to our followers—especially those who have taken the time to nominate us—that we do not wish to offend anyone when we decline the nominations.

Making the blog award-free from the beginning was a personal choice based on negative experiences with other blogs we had prior to Alpha & kat.

We hope our efforts and words continue to touch others in some positive way, and your likes and comments are always encouraged and appreciated.

Thank you, and have a nice day.

Alpha’s Bawdy Word Play: 5th installment

This is a modern version of Bawdy Word Play, Erotica, or Tongue Twisters from the Vaudeville & Burlesque periods.

 

Nasty Nick
Nasty Nick could do a trick with his dick
That made all the girls float in sub-space
It was flexible when hard, and played the dance card
It slithered in, then shivered and quivered…
In each fem-fuckable place

A Taste of Dominance
I love to mingle my mustache with your female fleece
The perfect triangle, appearing to dangle
Just above the bud of your rose
I’ll mimic the Eskimo, rubbing nose to rose,
Enjoying the odoriferous emanation
As you shiver and shake, with clitoris awake
Then I’ll spear it with my tongue for a taste
Awakening your imagination
I’ll nibble and lick, and finger and flick
And slather your slit from crack to clit
Hot Damn! I love this part of a sub’s domination
A succulent pussy so aroused and juicy
A feast worthy of the most discerning connoisseur
Untouchable to all but me…
An obedient sub to her Dominant Sir

A Slut
A slut has a snatch that’s an easy catch
It is often given away
A slut lives for lust, with implied consent and trust
And she’s always ready to play
A slut that’s understood, thinks all sex is good
Lips, legs, and ass, just spread her
With her, sex is a drug, she wants no holes unplugged
Every session with her is a triple-header

Harry the Hedonist
Harry the Hedonist paid for a fetish rape scene
That got out of hand with extra amphetamine
Two girls made to play
Were really raped that day
In a manner most foul and obscene

Harry the Hedonist was a proud Libertine
So, he came to court with a plan to come clean
He said he was high
And both girls did lie
Now he’s serving twenty, with a butt full of Vaseline