Does This Fit?

I’m not a small girl so it’s not always easy to find my size, but this dress inside I just found is so sexy and gave me a high rise. 
He’s watching me search but somehow my eyes never noticed, I don’t think he’s a manger but he managed to catch me on every aisle asking if there was anything he could help me find, slowly approaching as if he was nervous to ask; kindly brushing against me from behind. 

"No thank you but I think I’ll just try this on right here."

"So a dressing room for 1?" he asks...hand extended.

"Here is the key my dear." 

I grab this bomb ass dress then go inside closing the door behind me, slipping off my pants then my shirt staring in the mirror admiring my own body, dress removed from the hanger let’s see how it fits, ascending beyond my hips that’s a great sign I might actually have to buy this shit. 
Up up up past my stomach and my breasts, added onto my shoulders and now for the final test...dammit I forgot the zipper is in the back, now how am I going to reach so I can seal this up or determine if this needs to go back on the rack? 

“Knock knock hey you ok in there? Let me know if you needs anything” 

Wow he’s persistent or maybe he just takes customer service to the next level.

"Uhhh yes would you mind zipping up my dress, this thing is giving me hell I think it was made by the devil."

 I moved out the way to let him inside the room, he gives it a slight tug but my protruding ass won’t let this dress be great I assume. 
Finally after a little wiggle and jiggle with some reposition he gets the zipper up and it fits like a dream, I can’t help but notice him noticing me in the mirror; eyes pointed on my curves like laserbeams. 
Before I could turn around and get his opinion on how it looks while thanking him for his guided hands, he pushes my face against the glass lifts my dress burying his face inside my contraband, lifting my pussy onto his warm mouth I think his tongue needed a price check, making my legs fold trying not to rip this dress that I haven’t even paid for because that would be a wreck. 
He spreads my legs like a patdown as if searching for stolen merchandise, then I feel his rock solid dick squeeze into my tight hole knowing that if we got caught he’d lose his job and I would be his sacrifice.

Tic

I can’t just fall for just any dick, I need special dick not pathedick, passion that speaks to more than my body but touches my soul poetdick, please don’t stress me out either because that’s hectdick, better yet just stretch me out elastdick, twist me turn me bend me all kinda ways gymnasdick. I need erodick not basic, sex I can take like medicine to get me high narcodick, shoot it right in make me a fiend when you come between now I’m an addick, enough to make me gush and cream play with my body like heavenly harmonies of love making, making me scream, some acousdick. Give me the moon the stars, paint my brown face with white words I need that artisdick, heat me up like the amazon now its exodick, and I don’t wanna hear how you get around because I don’t need another statisdick. Stick it lick it program me to cum at your mercy robodick, coochie leaking and squirting creating pools for you to swim in aquadick, rose petals leading from the bed to the tub dress it up with candles lit make it romandick, it gets messy when we get together, driving me fucking insane outta my left and right brain chaodick, give it to me anywhere I want hanging from the ceiling fan if you let me acrobadick. And I know its big too so let me taste that gigandick, good for my soul sweet satisfying and delightful diabedick, feeling our auras bond the strength of your north pole attracting to my south with relentless force give me that magnedick. Long story short....every man has one but that doesn’t mean they know how to use it, I need someone who understands me and the power this kitty witholds; an empathedick, claiming to be dragon slayers but their swords tell dull unsharpened stories of a hypocrite, so I’m telling you now that if you come around hootin’ and hollerin’ bragging about your shit ....I will kindly tell you that I have had more orgasms with myself and the help of my plasdick.

Bandit

Quiet and shy, he always walked past me head down with an awkward

"...hi,”

A one hand wave anti social butterfly, he’d never say it to your face but he wrote things his mind could never erase, on my way home from work we passed again...I smiled and waved, a slight unamused grin, headphones covering his ears although I’m not sure of what chord or hook, as he passed I heard something fall and noticed he’d dropped his writing book. Thinking to myself I can just give it back tomorrow and it’ll be okay, I’ll wait for him right here til he comes by...that’ll be my good deed for today. 

While waiting for him to synchronically come around this corner I randomly became nosy, so I scrolled through a couple pages of the book but my eyes got a little too cozy. He wrote about a girl he passed in the same spot at the same time everyday and how everytime he saw her he wanted to fuck her in a different way, how’d he pump her pussy up and pipe her pussy down, tie her up on all 4’s with a gagball around her mouth to roll off any sounds. How he’d spread her ass slow devouring her fat pussy from the back, licking from where her stickiness dwells all the way up to the crack, how when her clit is erect in full he’ll pull out another tool...or more like a “device” which is twice as nice to help assist him in what he’s about to do. 

He then went on to mention a butt plug in her ass...a trick involving a spatula, clothespin, hot candle wax and string but now I see him coming towards me so I gotta read fast. Removing the restraints to lift her with both hands, his dick being a barrier for the prevention of falls, fucking her pinned up to the wall with his left middle finger in her hole stroking her pussy with prime precision and rhythm pulling the presence from her soul. Now on the floor in a 3point stance the story seems to get a little more advanced, filling her up so much pleasure listening to what her body needs as she screams, now face down bent over the couch.

“Yes daddy!” I whisper to myself starting to feel my own pussy cream. 

Finally now she’s about to cum and I cannot wait to see how he finishes the job, I flip the page, he’s getting closer, a picture captures my eye...a drawing of a woman in some abstract position, kitty dripping vivid colors with so many cum pools as she’s suspended in air.....

”Hey you dropped your book yesterday and I didn’t want to just leave it there, I waited right here to give it back."

(Lord I hope he didn’t catch me reading it”) I said with a quick prayer.

“You read it didn’t you?” he said to me with a look of anguish across of his face.

“Who me? Na pshhhh it just stayed on my dresser all damn day!"

”If... you read it just tell me, don’t judge me I just like to pretend....” 

But before he could finish I snatched the book and ran, I HAD TO SEE HOW THAT SHIT ENDS!!

3.141 592 653.

You and me were not meant to be divided, we are one. 

Tell me...when the circumference of my mouth fits around head of your circular identity, would you be...ever so kind to keep in mind that I hold the formula to making your orgasms infinite in time. 

No cosign but our love making is tangible....tangently tasting triple trinomials of your vertical vortex, rotating my tongue like clockwork in a different range, 

Counterclockwise wet strokes...I mean....what does it take to make your median flow....when I can't stop sucking on your lateral surface area and my sex drive is in go-mode.

The x and y, intercept and interject as we enter sex, bust 3 off, on to the next but who's keeping tally, mouth so wet I bet I forget to PLEASE EXCUSE MY DEAR AUNT SALLY, 

69 is not the only dinner for 2 so, divide these thighs while adding chocolate syrup in the middle, you are more than just a point of symmetry that my hormones are after but I do love being the reciprocal of your tongue just a little.  

3.14 is the constant ratio of pie, so would it take....more than just 3.14 seconds for you to dive into my polar curves and spread this....altitude of sensation all over your eyes. 

I know you're not scared are you??

No box and whiskers but I'm plottin sitting on your face so I can box you in,

Arith-ma-tic tock, my mouth is down on the shaft of your cock once again,

Symmetrically lined with my throat so when you shoot...I can catch your amazing grace....thou shall not kill but this is no sin. 

I apply pressure with my mouth and can feel the algorithm of your nature rise, finally you release and set millions of independent variables onto my tastebuds and let them run wild as the climax begins to subside. 

Meanwhile hyperboles are probably... dancing around in your head right now,

As our geometric progression is laying at opposite parallel angles and I'm squirting all over your head right now,

Every exponent of my sexual liquid drips from your face because of me, I love when you  inverse the matrix of this pie and eat me at the top of your factor tree, the greatest common denominator occurs when we cum together, I concur that the square root of 69 is 8 something because tonight you 8 something, something that was pie, 3.141 592 653, this has been a poem about fucking math, and you have just been fucked with arithmetic mentally. 

Catalogued

A quick glance led to a mindfuck, a constant non blinking stare leading both of us to wonder what each other had “down there” , undressing in slower seconds to try and rewind time with images of your body so vivid the naked eye can see clearly even when blind. 

Somehow you found me sitting all alone and walked by sliding me a note, “Greek & Roman Mythology Encyclopedia; Page 44....confused as you vanish beyond shelves I took this note to the front desk clerk, “Mrs., I’m sorry to bother you from your work but could you tell me where to find this”...she pointed all the way to the back on your right “Book 17” with a flick or her wrist. 

Heart’s anticipation began to pound like drums so wild I just knew someone was going to “Shhhh” me because my thoughts were so loud, 14,15,16, here....opening to page 44 which the note made very clear. On this particular page read about the Greek God Poseidon, the master of all seas, who could cause earthquakes, drown lands, shatter rocks with tsunami’s waving his Trident to restore peace. 

Before I could say to myself that I didn’t get it, I felt a pair of hands come up under my dress spreading my ass and licking into my slit, breathing down my thighs immediately cause me to drop the book,

 “Shhh” he said.

Still feasting on my clit from behind delivering to me a satisfying look. He got down on both knees lifting my ass up onto my tippy toes pushing my probing pussy directly on his mouth lips, eyes and nose, there I stood letting him devour me, he ate and licked and fondled me like he had not ate in days, forced my head between a bookless mantle so I could bend over and give him a better display. 

When I was about to unload my sweet honey bee nectar all over his flowered face, he had me bite down on a book to keep the sound in, his finger pumped my vagina...other hand on my tit, using his tongue to make 360 counter clockwise circles on my clit, I unleashed a piece of my soul into his mouth, sucking me out myself he held on tight, my clit bucking like a rodeo fight pulsating and throbbing, I caught myself looking down to see him nodding “Mmm this pussy good ma, let me taste all of you” when he said that I think I came twice....I really don’t remember because my eyes rolled back and I blacked out like ice. 

 When I finally snapped back, regained strength and restored consciousness to brain, all I could remember was him returning the Greek Mythology book back to the cart...with teeth marks, pages missing and several cum stains.....

Here Kitty Kitty

He likes when I dress it up, all black lace with ribbons on the side, see through or edible I can tell his eyes are occupied.
 Floral prints or solid colors, even cheetah print thongs, down on all fours crawling over between master's legs while playing a seductive song.
 Laying flat on my back spreading wide like the horizon, place your hand over my lips to feel the heated passion steaming from inside them. 
Na ah ah don’t make me slap your hand, look but don’t touch as my fingers spread each lip apart and expand. 
A first class view of you watching me rub on my pretty pearl, slurping fingers in my mouth flicking my clit with a little twirl. 
Teasing you is like watching a hungry man starve, hands gripping the arms of your chair so tight as your nails begin to dig and carve, wishing this was you inside me right now squirming trying to fight this urge to unleash serotonin, pumping my pussy giving you full direct eye contact while your name I’m moaning.
 That bulge in your pants is at full attention I can tell that you want it, let me stop playing with your emotions baby come on and jump on it!

Unfaded Memories

I still remember...I still remember how it felt.....I still remember the deep baritone of your voice in my ear telling me how you wanted me, how you needed me, I remember the look on your face when you met me, the way you slid in, tight and easy, how my walls wrapped around you and held you like a baby cradle, you cradled my ass and lifted me into you and for a split second I knew that I had God but you were just a man...a man with many talents. I still remember...I still remember how you tasted me, the saltiness of your sweat dripping on my tongue as you ascended on top of me, the way your body trembled each time you progressed, each stroke was wetter than the next I remember...the nasty freaky dirty sex that we had. I remember each and every love face...how you could...penetrate switching in rhythm matching my bodies frequency beating from my heart’s pace. Hand gripped around my hair guiding this tsunami like your were Poseidon in the flesh....and for a split second I thought I was drowning but realized I just was laying in bed and it was you that drowning in I but I was lost in you not knowing that you found yourself in me but me..I mean I....I mean we...arrived separate but came together...

No Introduction

No you don’t want to meet her.
She’s bossy, overbearing and quite controlling to say the least, a conniving con-artist that can tease your mind until it’s weak, stripping you down to your insecurities then sitting upon your face for you to rehydrate and feast.
She will not give a fuck regardless of the time, date or place when she’s awake you will know because it’s written on my face. 
She’s a bitch an animal, a female dog in heat; untrained and untamed sniffing out her next victim of extended swollen meat, when his scent is locked in she will hunt and she will find..seeking any particular reason to spread your semen across my mind. 
I fear her because she’s dangerous, I have seen her remove souls from mere mortals seeding them through mouth alone, taunting her drained prey down to nothing but flesh and bone. 
She never plays fair, a man’s dream and also worst nightmare, spawning within seeping depths of my soul please do not bother her just let it sleep and remain dormant I don’t want to deal with her; the torturous thoughts she gives me is pure torment. 
Once you summon her I declare that you are completely on your own...I cannot defend you from someone that looks exactly like my clone but to make your 1st encounter a little easier I can offer you a bit of advice, to get to her you have to go through me so you better fuck me twice. 

Boxed In

     I wonder what it would take to break the silence of your mind, the unspoken vocabulary of your tongue, unpaving roads of fear to plant fields of ecstasy, would you let me...straddle molecular poles shifting physical energy exerting friction deep in the black hole of lust and pleasure, infinite beyond satellite measures. 

     If you let me you won’t regret me, engraved into your brain’s most reoccurring memories while still tasting amongst buds I promise you won’t forget me, would you allow yourself to feel the 8th wonder of the world or maybe even the 4th kind, can I tangle you inside me until my subconscious thoughts burst from your mouth and our words are intertwined. 

     I wonder how long this imaginary box can withstand being erased, when flood waters rise will you surf and ride or stand there drowning in place, remove that pale glove and pierce my face, the paint is in your eyes your lips stained with cherry juice, trying to match body languages but your rosetta stone is being seduced.

     The rapture brought forth is bound to make him mumble and gag, when Eve first sunk her teeth into that forbidden apple I bet it was the best she ever had, I want my name to be his 1st word like a baby advancing into their prime, you know....in the back of my head I always wondered what it would be like to make love to a mime.