Stuck Tongue

Dear lady, you need to know
I enjoyed my visit with you.
Last night I was most awed
and perfectly satiated too.

But I simply must inform you
beg you not to get in a nit.
You, spread-eagled, on the bed
my tongue firmly in your clit.

Of course, of that you know
enjoyed my head being there.
Oh my, so hard to tell you
but you must be made aware.

Ah.... ok...here it goes
remember my tongue going amuck?
Sweet Thang, there's a real problem
seems that my tongue is now stuck. 

Sugar, it is cupped and twisted
to the shape of a figure eight.
The doctor said he knows of this
it had to be something I ate.

I do not enjoy asking you
but he needs to see the source
of the chalice which caused this
with its mighty griping force.

See, what he has to do
is measure the pressured cup
for determining the method
to get my tongue unstuck.

Must say there's no comfort
with my tongue dangling so.
Just had to share with you
lots of drooling, you know.

Its not really painful
lots of flowing and that drip.
Saliva wells in the corners
to drop from my bottom lip.

Not to inconvenience you
or cause you any more grief.
Like to know your schedule
so I can get a bit of relief.

A quick measurement
from edge to edge of it
and the doctor will know
the pulsations of your clit.

Then back to normal
hope to have it unstuck.
I need rethink our sex
more fuck instead of suck.

Del Cano 2005 February

 

 

 

 

SIGHT UNSEEN

Let me be your imaginary one
to soothe and satiate thy being.
Upon entry in your lonely space
responding joyfully, sight unseen.

I shall massage tired feet
slowly soak, oil them with love.
Tantalizing and craving to touch
begging limbs right above.

No, no! Dare not you respond
just relax thy weary soul.
Allow your mind the freedom
to be pampered and cajoled.

Loose thy cravings, be at rest
allow senses to float in a haze.
Give yourself but a little chance
to be tested, perhaps amazed.

As I prepare thy meal
with love and true devotion 
give your mind a bit of rest
shutting out stressed emotion.

As I feed you each morsal
and place it twixt your lips
imagine the best of wines
blooming with each of the sips.
 
In this little space allow me
to touch every nerve there is
and satiate the deepest parts
driving feelings to a fizz.

Before you realize or know
my tongue shall visit tired legs.
Each traced in sensuous tastes
promoting tremored begs.

Perhaps, a fleeting thought, no
may briefly drift through mind
but anticipation's delight
shall score it a true find.

So, as thy body settles in 
to every flickering explore
the speed of your response
burst, widening the door.

Thy tired soul recaptures
images of past loves lost
and flails upon the present.
Today's pleasure has no cost.

Quickening the pace of breath
fitfully responding to me there.
My tonque races towards the fruit
only briefly stopping for air.

Upon stirring the juices
whipped and sugary to a taste
lapping chocolate marmalade
ne're a drop shall be a waste.

My mind plays back a script
from an era I now so hate.
But today I dub "You" my dessert
topping meals I formerly ate.

And through all the tingling
wonderful pleasures above
please, may I whisk you briefly
to my floating story of love.
 
As you return to lonliness
worn from life's daily frazzle
might I be your imaginary one
to tantalize, love and dazzle.

Let me be your magic touch
to soothe and satiate thy being.
Upon entry to your lonely space
responding joyfully; "Sight Unseen."

DelCano 2004

Sex, As I Encounter It

In this world of ours we often live lies with untruths fluttering round like butterflies in a flower garden. Since this journal is devoted to erotic topics I would like to expose some of my feelings and solicit yours. I have had folks explain in great detail how they abhore lacivious sexual behavior and adhere to a more solemn criterion.  What in the hell does that mean? In reality what are they saying.  Are they saying they have sex but ....but what? Are some of them dipping into a neurotic sexual standard which does not actually exist yet are participants in perpetuating the continuing lie? My purpose is not to attack nor in any real way disperage. I am simply responding to the varied incidents of sensual expessions I encountered over many years operating a home repair service. Tho much of the anedotes created by writers and media people might seem far fetched or simply creative they are based on a truths.

Even when wearing steel toed work boots covered in multi-colored paint drippings as well as old worned painter's pants and a heavily stained shirt I have been propositioned by clients. Is  seeing a stranger laying on the floor under your sink, repairing a door, replacing a light or  fan or doing any number of tasks a turn on to some? Or is it the idea of availability of someone instantly at hand which gets their sexual machinery into operation? For so many years I could count on no less than "two" out of ten service visits to produce an open overt request for some sort sexual encounter right then and there.  At least "three" of the ten would produce strong leading flirts and "two" would contain at least mild flirtations. And I could guarantee a flirtatious conversation from one of the ten when I was called back for additional work.

Clearly, half the women I encounter in the business respond to some sense of sexual fantasy. It is specifically noted not only by their words but their actions. A woman who has received a confirming call not long before my arrival yet is still dressed in a frilly and exposing night gown is not naive. Nor is the one who hovers nearby while I am under her sink clearly exposing the fact she is wearing no panties. These are definate signals to me that many live in a frustrating sexual world and share varied fantasies. I read it as a possible failure on some men's part to not properly address their woman's needs. And for those who might wonder, the results of my unscientific survey remains firm across all economic levels as well as racial lines. In fact, the higher the economic bracket the more overt the propositions become.

I do not profess to be an expert on sexual matters and am not lodging a complaint against women. They are as much as 95% of the driving force behind repair calls and bid request. When a man calls I know he is in dire need of getting a problem solved. As a rule I feel the male ego does not allow him to readily call for service and maintains a level of confidence that he can repair it until the situation gets out of hand. Like fixing a light switch in the kitchen but the dining room light comes on with the flick of the switch. Or maybe that step he's been meaning to repair on the back porch yet now the porch is leaning and it's no longer a minor job. The woman on the other hand will call right away if it is left up to her.

Could there be some relation to the male's ego which does not explore his partner's sexual needs just like the repair situations. Are many woman forced into seeking sexual experiences outside their normal relationship or are many woman simply expressing their own sexual fantasies more freely?

I would love to get responses and comments to this entry. Many of my peoms are based in part on these sensual sexual encounters.

What sort of encounters would you like to see addressed here?

Spencer

 

Of Erotica *satiated* by Jade Huntress

J.Jade Huntress
{ warning: footnote here}
2-11-05
8:41am
of Erotica *satiated*

likening the countenance of the Rocky mountains, swelled
and tip the rime of maritime
in carnivale sweet gratification
tilted my toes, touching the throat of skin
where--- throat never should have been
but blessed me, it mutated there;

and in the hot flashes of my cum
I cooed on ecstasy's wings
bleeding over you
the blood of my passion
taking form, erotic dove
soaring in the ultimate thrusts
cutting, slashing ribbons- 'bout your tempest ribs.
holding fast, the winds of your hands beneath me
keeping me
in habit filled speed, of your rhythm
to the bodily rhyme
shooting me beyond time- in hold nine.

like a desecrated needle
threaded with outlandish needs
sewing wild my red hot fire insides
your fever musk lay out, raider's design
while I ride each stitch of
erection's hungry tide
upon the hems of your thighs.

and needily was I
for the pin's edge- my
folding flesh to brush and etch
upon me all your monsterly desires
yes even, accelerating breastly lust
such was the satiate of satisfaction
and grime go-to-between guess of my legs
grinding gravity to the center
of my pulsating valentine's lobes

when in gear after jarring changing gear
it lust defiled Oh so sweetly
driving deaften deeply into
my screaming core.
taunting, teasing, Ooooooo tormentingly pleasing
my viginial's mouth
course black diamonds lapping my g-spot Inge
flames, flames, Oh merciless flames
and I held , gripped tight
the love muscle right...iron locked,
taking its wilting starving taste
on the weakening boughs of your
famous last stand.
in your new founded well
housed neath the sliver moon, sterling streak chained naked
I did the Seven Veilds of Dance.
now tell me? What's so instant 'bout that Gratification!

*J.Jade Huntress*
J. Jade huntressch2005Feb.
footnote: Inge- is used to refer to mysticism {and a man nicknamed the "gloomy dean"
who wrote works of this manner.} its used for this first aspect.

Instant Gratification

She caught my eye.
A peep round the room
saw her lacivious pout
like a rose in bloom.

Tho turned away 
felt her roving eye.
Sensed instant yearning
bout to call me a lie.

Alone in the waiting room
like two birds on a perch
slowly licking her lips
and inching up her skirt.

Couldn't help but focus
on more skin becoming bare.
Like a sensual gallary of art
was so willing to share.

The normal dead air
within a quite space
lit up like a sunny beach
from her blushing face.

Sultry heaving breast
with wider gapping legs
lifted the air with embers
from burning sexual dregs.

As if twin bells rung
we arrived at the door.
With whispers of lust
both needing to score.

The unisex sign waving
from a door or two away.  
Locking the door nervously
embracing without delay.

Feverish kissing while
tearing clothes to the floor.
Trembling entangled tongues
begging for even more.

Passionate touching
exploring sensual fray.
Straddling the seat
no words needed to say.

Gripping firmly
her gyrating hips
she guided me to
her lower wet lips.
 
Plunged in firey passion
bodies glistening wet.
Gutteral moanings uttered
seeking all we could get.

Animalistic power
raised the carnal norms
to an explosive relief
as she fell limp in my arms.

Only brief moments
of pleasant tenderness.
The waiting room awaits
just a kiss and final caress.

As I entered the room
the nurse asked had I seen
the wife of the preacher
who was behind the screen.

She entered the room
the quaintest of feminine style
said, "have a blessed day"
as she rolled the wheel chair...
        she smiled.

Del Cano 2005 February

 

Tongue Takes A Bow

My tongue knows the how
and yearns to take its bow
and causes yells and cries
when buried twixt your thighs  

Seems it has a mind itself
it desires in licking waves
and while I think of lust
my tongue directs the craves  

My knees get quite weak
in search of what we seek
and tho it might be crass
I love to hold your ass  

As the touching starts
my tongue then takes control
and rolls and darts gently
to set up its sex patrol  

It misses not one spot
dabs as if it were a sponge
making sure desire is lit
'fore making the final plunge  

thats when the real show begins
its artistry comes with no strife 
acrobatic moves and figure eights
sure to bring senses to life  

and as we writhe in sensual pain
my tongue goes heaven bound
and the whole of me is satiated
by the loving we have found  

See, my tongue knows the how
and yearns to take its bow
from causing yells and cries
when buried twixt your thighs.  

Del Cano 2005 February  

Controlled Pain

Ooo, might I submit
the thought is not old
fluid dreams demand
that you have control.

Never lose sight of treasures
buried so deep in your will
my anticipation's delight
grows to a stuffed swill.

Gasping for that first breath
after the soft whisper of pain
peaks rising to descend
begging you to do it again.

Del Cano 2004

She Knows What She's Doing

That woman excites me totally
and she thrills my senses too.
She knows what she's doing
when she does the things she do.

Now, anybody can touch you
and even share a kiss or two
and may even cook you a meal
trying to raise how you feel.

They may attempt to woo you
do little things to show they care.
A wee bit of teasing or a wink
a little wiggle or flip of the hair.

But to do it like she does
to come close may even take two.
She knows what she's doing
when she does the things she do.

I declare that woman is so right
matters not whether day or night.
Eyes roll back while I float in a trance
talk about her you speak romance.

Nothing I think may compare
to the way she raises my passion.
She is the only model of my choice
heaps that lovin on me. No ration.

So thrilling to me. Her ways
love it when she says,"this is for you"
She knows what she's doing
when she does the things she do.

Del Cano 2004 November

 

Not A Word Spoken

I shan't speak with any words
just say it with tongue and lips
the message says the same
when diving twixt gyrating hips.

My eyes read the words
when you speak the way you do
not a damn thing I need say
only need to start to fondle you.

The conversation raves on
words are rare and short
everything has been said
my tongue has made its start.

The scent of lust and passion
speak loudly, seems so floral.
All the talking I need do is done
without a word spoken oral.

Del Cano 2004 November