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I’M NOT WEARING ANY PANTIES
“I’m not wearing any panties”, she said with not one ounce of sadness
Lifting her skirt, just shy of showing off her slit mango madness
That fuzzy fruit that suits my mannish mentality to the tee
Teasing me until it came time for my ‘he’ to meet her ‘she’
The bulge in my pants is growing to great pains
My imagination is running wild like the Mustangs on the Great Plains
My defenses fell to pieces like shaken graham cracker crumbs
So smitten with just the hint mentioning of her ***** that I was struck dumb
She reached under her skirt and rubbed her cooter, as if she were skimming vaseline
Then she put her fingers to my nose; her ***** smelled so fresh and so clean
She had a gleam in her eye, and a thought in her mind
And I was her willing puppet, to respond to commands of her kind
All that stood between me and her, was a slightly raised skirt
That did more for me than just present itself as a shameless flirt
It was a catalytic spark that spurred an urge to engage in coitus
And succumb to an unction – moved by a moment to later mutually exploit us
“I’m not wearing any panties, cotton briefs, or a thong”
She said that as easily as singing a line from her favorite song
Accompanied by a naughty look in her eye, it didn’t take long -
For her to entice me into something that felt so right, whether or not it was wrong
She pushed my imaginative imagery to the limit
I swear, my mind was racing a mile a minute
The blood drained from my brain to a hardening member, stout and sound
I got woozy for a moment and I had to sit down
Her coo-coo flashed across my mind at an incredible rate of speed
And the more I saw it, the more I felt the need -
To immerse myself inside her warm wet nest
Just as the sun does in the Pacific Ocean when it sets in the west
My lower parts said ‘****!!’ when they rose, and hardened instantly
The bulge grew in my pants and throbbed with a painful intensity
With a propensity to pulse with the beat of an anxious heart
And hit the target, with your ***** as the bulls-eye and my man-handle as the dart
“I’m not wearing any panties” she whispered in my ear
Upon hearing that, the image in my mind because so vivid, and so clear
I instantly got hard as a rock and my logic went awry
Because of just a mere whisper, I could see her ***** in my minds eye
I was primed for action … I could hardly wait
The tip of my spear was ready and waiting to penetrate -
The doors of uterine utopia – her ‘plum’ begged for erectile insertion
In a hot, wet abyss of vaginal involvement and immersion
She noticed the growth of my lower parts as was her statements’ intended affect
She knew that I was ready and willing because I was ‘upstanding’ and erect
She knew, at that point, that I wanted her as bad as drunk wants wine
I knew that I had her attention, and she knew that she had mine
She met me half way with a kiss of a passionate reservation
She opened herself to my advances of fondling and third-party masturbation
She wrapped her legs around me – our bodies intertwined in a web of limbs
Having given ourselves to sensual vehemence passions and other erotic whims
“I’m not wearing any panties” she casually said in a moments spur
During a very private moment in a private place, just me and her
As she sat in a chair across the room postured in compromised stealth
With her legs gapped, opening wide to show me herself
She showed me the southern regions of her birthday suit
The pungent peach, the naked nectarine … the precious passion fruit
She showed me her vagina, with all mystery to dispel
She opened up her secret garden so that I could see her ‘well’
She stroked herself, knowing she had my attention and had me mesmerized
Doing so for my benefit – like a pendulum it had me hypnotized
The way she held her clitoral hood between her fingers left no room for maybes
She really had me spellbound when she said “Come get this *****, baby”
Like a lamb led to slaughter, I gave in before I knew it
I succumbed to the base nature of my own lust … I gave in to it
It wasn’t hard to entice me … nor was it anything that threw me
I wanted to take it as much as she wanted to give it to me
“I’m not wearing any panties” she said with no need to define
As she played with the labial fringes of a ***** divine
With fingers tracing their way in and around her uttering star
She gave new meaning to putting her hand in the ‘cookie jar’
I wanted to engage her right then and there in vaginal mastication
But I just couldn’t stop staring as she engaged herself in masturbation
My focus, concentration and attention – in one swirl, she got ‘em
She was the half naked female … the sexy woman minus her bottoms
She sat in her seat for this masturbative duration
Working on, in and around her pink … her hips responding in undulation
Self stroking those lips that were nestled in between her thighs
The whole scene was so surreal … I couldn’t believe my eyes
She let out an enticing sigh that excited the man within
With such a tone of ecstasy expressed in the sensually charged din
She pulled her fingers away, feeling herself nearing her sexual mountain top
Then put her middle finger in my mouth which I sucked on like a lollipop
“I’m not wearing any panties”, she said knowing that she’d please all of me
As she let me digitally explore her anatomy and physiology
Touching lips tender to the touch – so excited I could spit
I swirled the walls of her insides, then back out to a throbbing ****
I pushed all of the right buttons, and pressure, I applied just enough
At times I got caught up in the ecstasy and she said “Baby, not so rough”
I toned down the pressure as my fingers did a glissade and glide
Finger ******* her back and forth, as her hips did a forward slide
From her clitoral hood to her perennial parts, my fingers made their trek
Her ***** in my ‘manipulatorium’, was worked like a card dealers deck
And as such, her movements weren’t such of happenstance
As it was she was giving my hand a lap dance
She wet my cuticles with the liquid of her wet release
Joyfully staining my fingers with feminine ejaculate and orgasmic peace
Trailed by cries of ecstasy following such an orgasmic wake
After shocks and physical tremors that followed her bodys’ orgasmic quake
She said “I’m not wearing any panties” as she rubbed her naked twat
I looked at the obvious and replied “I think that’s so **** hot”
An un-girded coochie excitedly calling and screaming to my lust
Inciting physical changes within me, making a coital connection a must
I moved to put my mouth on her honey-pot, on the bed where lay
She scooted slit to where I was, meeting me half way
My mouth connected with her snatch as I mouthed her minged miss
And in an act of cunnilingus, I gave her camels-toe a kiss
I munched on her muffin and she got wetter and wetter
I ate her ***** until good times got better
I licked labial delights with cunnilingual appeal
I didn’t just make a snack of it … I made it a three course meal
She pushed and she pulsed; she held my crown and proceeded to **** my face
She ‘nutted, seasoning my tongue with a peculiar, yet arousing taste
She moaned and uttered obscenities as I tongue stroked her vaginal regalia
Afterwards, she was very grateful that I orally made love to her genitalia
“I’m not wearing any panties” … that one line she said
Was the one little phrase that kept ringing in my head
While we were in the middle of doing the nasty, having ourselves a **** fest
My hard rod of flesh stirring in her wet, tight nest
With every upstroke I felt a sense of veneration
And with every down-stroke, I felt the pleasure of repeated penetration
She wet my eleventh digit with the mouth of her uterus
With a familiar feeling to which we were accustomed, yet at the same time felt new to us
She clasped both hands around my neck and held on for the ride
Face to face, I peeped her expressions while down below I worked her inside
I meted out thrusts that she responded to with flair
I reached down past her waist and grabbed a cheek of her derriere
With one had on her breast and another on her ***
I kissed this miss while at the same time ******* her – at long last
And we continued this consummation of man-woman interaction
Until we both overcame … we ‘nutted to utter satisfaction
Written by: K-JiO
© 2008
I’M NOT WEARING ANY PANTIES
“I’m not wearing any panties”, she said with not one ounce of sadness
Lifting her skirt, just shy of showing off her slit mango madness
That fuzzy fruit that suits my mannish mentality to the tee
Teasing me until it came time for my ‘he’ to meet her ‘she’
The bulge in my pants is growing to great pains
My imagination is running wild like the Mustangs on the Great Plains
My defenses fell to pieces like shaken graham cracker crumbs
So smitten with just the hint mentioning of her ***** that I was struck dumb
She reached under her skirt and rubbed her cooter, as if she were skimming vaseline
Then she put her fingers to my nose; her ***** smelled so fresh and so clean
She had a gleam in her eye, and a thought in her mind
And I was her willing puppet, to respond to commands of her kind
All that stood between me and her, was a slightly raised skirt
That did more for me than just present itself as a shameless flirt
It was a catalytic spark that spurred an urge to engage in coitus
And succumb to an unction – moved by a moment to later mutually exploit us
“I’m not wearing any panties, cotton briefs, or a thong”
She said that as easily as singing a line from her favorite song
Accompanied by a naughty look in her eye, it didn’t take long -
For her to entice me into something that felt so right, whether or not it was wrong
She pushed my imaginative imagery to the limit
I swear, my mind was racing a mile a minute
The blood drained from my brain to a hardening member, stout and sound
I got woozy for a moment and I had to sit down
Her coo-coo flashed across my mind at an incredible rate of speed
And the more I saw it, the more I felt the need -
To immerse myself inside her warm wet nest
Just as the sun does in the Pacific Ocean when it sets in the west
My lower parts said ‘****!!’ when they rose, and hardened instantly
The bulge grew in my pants and throbbed with a painful intensity
With a propensity to pulse with the beat of an anxious heart
And hit the target, with your ***** as the bulls-eye and my man-handle as the dart
“I’m not wearing any panties” she whispered in my ear
Upon hearing that, the image in my mind because so vivid, and so clear
I instantly got hard as a rock and my logic went awry
Because of just a mere whisper, I could see her ***** in my minds eye
I was primed for action … I could hardly wait
The tip of my spear was ready and waiting to penetrate -
The doors of uterine utopia – her ‘plum’ begged for erectile insertion
In a hot, wet abyss of vaginal involvement and immersion
She noticed the growth of my lower parts as was her statements’ intended affect
She knew that I was ready and willing because I was ‘upstanding’ and erect
She knew, at that point, that I wanted her as bad as drunk wants wine
I knew that I had her attention, and she knew that she had mine
She met me half way with a kiss of a passionate reservation
She opened herself to my advances of fondling and third-party masturbation
She wrapped her legs around me – our bodies intertwined in a web of limbs
Having given ourselves to sensual vehemence passions and other erotic whims
“I’m not wearing any panties” she casually said in a moments spur
During a very private moment in a private place, just me and her
As she sat in a chair across the room postured in compromised stealth
With her legs gapped, opening wide to show me herself
She showed me the southern regions of her birthday suit
The pungent peach, the naked nectarine … the precious passion fruit
She showed me her vagina, with all mystery to dispel
She opened up her secret garden so that I could see her ‘well’
She stroked herself, knowing she had my attention and had me mesmerized
Doing so for my benefit – like a pendulum it had me hypnotized
The way she held her clitoral hood between her fingers left no room for maybes
She really had me spellbound when she said “Come get this *****, baby”
Like a lamb led to slaughter, I gave in before I knew it
I succumbed to the base nature of my own lust … I gave in to it
It wasn’t hard to entice me … nor was it anything that threw me
I wanted to take it as much as she wanted to give it to me
“I’m not wearing any panties” she said with no need to define
As she played with the labial fringes of a ***** divine
With fingers tracing their way in and around her uttering star
She gave new meaning to putting her hand in the ‘cookie jar’
I wanted to engage her right then and there in vaginal mastication
But I just couldn’t stop staring as she engaged herself in masturbation
My focus, concentration and attention – in one swirl, she got ‘em
She was the half naked female … the sexy woman minus her bottoms
She sat in her seat for this masturbative duration
Working on, in and around her pink … her hips responding in undulation
Self stroking those lips that were nestled in between her thighs
The whole scene was so surreal … I couldn’t believe my eyes
She let out an enticing sigh that excited the man within
With such a tone of ecstasy expressed in the sensually charged din
She pulled her fingers away, feeling herself nearing her sexual mountain top
Then put her middle finger in my mouth which I sucked on like a lollipop
“I’m not wearing any panties”, she said knowing that she’d please all of me
As she let me digitally explore her anatomy and physiology
Touching lips tender to the touch – so excited I could spit
I swirled the walls of her insides, then back out to a throbbing ****
I pushed all of the right buttons, and pressure, I applied just enough
At times I got caught up in the ecstasy and she said “Baby, not so rough”
I toned down the pressure as my fingers did a glissade and glide
Finger ******* her back and forth, as her hips did a forward slide
From her clitoral hood to her perennial parts, my fingers made their trek
Her ***** in my ‘manipulatorium’, was worked like a card dealers deck
And as such, her movements weren’t such of happenstance
As it was she was giving my hand a lap dance
She wet my cuticles with the liquid of her wet release
Joyfully staining my fingers with feminine ejaculate and orgasmic peace
Trailed by cries of ecstasy following such an orgasmic wake
After shocks and physical tremors that followed her bodys’ orgasmic quake
She said “I’m not wearing any panties” as she rubbed her naked twat
I looked at the obvious and replied “I think that’s so **** hot”
An un-girded coochie excitedly calling and screaming to my lust
Inciting physical changes within me, making a coital connection a must
I moved to put my mouth on her honey-pot, on the bed where lay
She scooted slit to where I was, meeting me half way
My mouth connected with her snatch as I mouthed her minged miss
And in an act of cunnilingus, I gave her camels-toe a kiss
I munched on her muffin and she got wetter and wetter
I ate her ***** until good times got better
I licked labial delights with cunnilingual appeal
I didn’t just make a snack of it … I made it a three course meal
She pushed and she pulsed; she held my crown and proceeded to **** my face
She ‘nutted, seasoning my tongue with a peculiar, yet arousing taste
She moaned and uttered obscenities as I tongue stroked her vaginal regalia
Afterwards, she was very grateful that I orally made love to her genitalia
“I’m not wearing any panties” … that one line she said
Was the one little phrase that kept ringing in my head
While we were in the middle of doing the nasty, having ourselves a **** fest
My hard rod of flesh stirring in her wet, tight nest
With every upstroke I felt a sense of veneration
And with every down-stroke, I felt the pleasure of repeated penetration
She wet my eleventh digit with the mouth of her uterus
With a familiar feeling to which we were accustomed, yet at the same time felt new to us
She clasped both hands around my neck and held on for the ride
Face to face, I peeped her expressions while down below I worked her inside
I meted out thrusts that she responded to with flair
I reached down past her waist and grabbed a cheek of her derriere
With one had on her breast and another on her ***
I kissed this miss while at the same time ******* her – at long last
And we continued this consummation of man-woman interaction
Until we both overcame … we ‘nutted to utter satisfaction
Written by: K-JiO
© 2008
