Sex Slave To Celibacy
So you tell me that you going to try
celibacy for the next 12 months.
To have a break from the games
and the weekend hunting.
Giving your heart and emotions
time to heal and slow down.
Why would you tell me this?
I have an instant hard-on.
I feel it awaken to a semi
then curl up and into a full erection
within a second and a half.
I look down and see it
through my old work jeans
wriggling alive like a purring snake
beneath the worn denim.
Your mouth is too full for celibacy!
Your eyes were made to shine
screaming orgasms through.
I try to think about you not needing sex
ignoring the throbbing, weeping flesh bone
alive and hungry within my lap
and the opposite happens.
I see you awake to a cloud of silky sighs,
pushing the blankets from your bare legs
and your swollen, moist pussy lips
kissing the inside of your panties
softly, delicately, teasingly.
I feel your hair twisted around my fingers
with your head pulled backwards,
your body arched with arse cheeks
splayed wide as I thunder perfectly
like a flesh and bone battering-ram,
peeking to a speed-blur right up behind you.
Spurting with momentum
the volume of my sticky, eager seed
straight into the furnace at your pussy’s heart.
Then it switches and you are sucking
the pearly strings of pre-cum
off and around the purple head of my cock.
While I am pushing my tongue rapidly
into the burgundy fleshiness of your cunt,
lapping in and out and around
zigzagging the musky trace between your lips
and drawn like a magnet up to your clit.
Then it changes once more
it is now just a headshot of you, smiling
your warm, friendly smile.
The jerking has ebbed away
the throbbing reduced itself to sensitivity
as I dab away the last glistening traces
and flush!
I wash my hands and call you back
to tell you that celibacy is a big step
that maybe you should give yourself
a little more time to think it over.
But if you would like to discuss it further
I will be available later on this evening?
© Paul Tristram 2013
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