Poem: Did her in the Parking Lot

i did her in the car
in the parking lot
in the basement
of the tower i live in

in the shadows
in a remote parking space
under the supermarket
in the shadows

i did her in the car
first she blew me
from the passenger side
leaning over by the steering wheel

then she blew me out
the window
i stood next to the car
pumped her mouth

then she got in
that delicious slut
her ass alone
hanging out the window

it was surreal to see ass
hanging out the window of my car
supple porcelain ass
i photographed it hanging

like a dog desperate for some air
i did her hard, drilling
my monster cock into her hole
until she shook and called out my name

$.

Thank you, sir. Please cum again.

for Genevieve

Thank you, Sir. Please Cum Again

 

we’ve never met before

but choose a waffle house

as our rendezvous

cause coffee and hash browns

are sexy

she waits standing with her ass

against a table

she works there

she’s the manager, closing

i came in the door she’s left unlocked

as soon as I see her

i throw her down

as soon as i see her

her panties are off

at her ankles

with her jean shorts

her shoulders are pinned

her legs are up

over my shoulders

both her hands are under her ass

offering her cunt to me

but i spit on it

instead spike cock up her ass

the lights are on and anyone driving by can see

the sexy glasses wearing manager

getting fucked with laminated menus

sticking to her sweaty naked back

with her tank top up and her titties shaking

nipples jiggling on top like a cherry on gelatin

she’s grunting and moaning

holding her ass up for my pleasures

I reach down and take her aface and say,

“You’re a delicious whore,”

and slap her hard across the face

her asshole clenches and coaxes out my cum

right up her asshole

her nipples bloom

a moan slips out from her gorgeous mouth

I pull my cock and before the cum leaks out

I tap her ass with a buttplug

“Hold my cum inside you,” I say.

Then I lower my face to her bald cunt

and lick her clit

Her knees close on me

her pussy is my late night waffle snack

I leave my tongue flat against it

I don’t move it

she kind of grinds her clit against my immobile tongue

while I reach up and grab her tits

I rub them then pull the nipples

then reach for the tabasco and steak sauce

I dump both on her clit and go back to licking

getting that sour steak sauce to tame her cunt

getting that spicy tabasco to enrage her cunt

she moans and her hips quake

she grabs my head and pushed me so hard

i swim in her cuntlips and my nose is against her clit

before i regain my bearings and let her rub her clit to orgasm

shaking, shrieking, waffle house orgasm

right there on the table

her body flails like a fish out of water

until her hands drop her own ass

down to the table with a thud

i crash into the booth

pants still down

she rolls over and lowers her mouth onto my cock.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Poems for MJ by Genevieve Greene

Somehow Genevieve started writing poems to me so I’m collecting them here on this page! 

Poems by Genevieve Greene

 

He saw her, walking
she was outside an office building
with the clothes she had on
she must work inside
he had seen her before
once, eating in a restaurant
alone, maybe it was an Ihop
he walked up behind her
pressed her into the rail
next to the boat dock
yanking her skirt over her hips
her ass, was porcelain in color
but, firm and rounded, with no panties
almost like she expected him
his hand smacked her ass cheek
hard, leaving a red handprint
undoing his pants
he freed his monster cock
pulling her ass to him
drove his cock deep inside
her tight asshole
she wasn’t resisting, but was struggling
her body betrayed her sluttiness
she loved feeling him
in her ass
reaching inside her shirt
he pinched her nipples, hard
she was moaning, chanting
“Fuck me harder!”
he did, her ass was squeezing his cock
moving a hand between her legs
flicked her clit, pinched it
made her cum
while she was cumming
her body shaking
he pulled a butt plug
from his pocket, shoved it in her ass
pushing her to her knees
he moved to her front
sunk his cock all the way
he felt the back of her throat
eyes still glazed from cumming
she swallowed, trying not to gag
he fucked her face
faster, rubbing her tonsils
he came then, in a flood
she couldn’t keep up
his hot cum dripped
from the corner of her mouth
zipping his pants back, caging the beast
he slapped her, in the face
“My, beautiful fuck slut, I’ll be back.”
walked away from her
while she was still on her knees
dripping cum, from her mouth and pussy
skirt up, ass out, plug still in
a display of slutty sex
for the boats docking to see

$.
He called, “Let’s meet.”
she went
he got to the hotel
not a cheap one
she picked with style
naked, she stood
waiting
her smooth white skin
chilled in the air
her body, was perfect
she was no model
her shape was curved
like a woman
who was built to fuck
hard and often
He went
and kissed her
more of a consuming
inhaling her soul, through her mouth
she worked quickly
taking off his clothes
when she saw his cock
she was breathless
dropped to her knees
licking her huge cock-pop
taking it all the way
his hand, holding her head
he started
he fucked her face
she swallowed, she didn’t want to gag
she liked him, his control
his balls, tight, cum filled, heavy
right to the back of her throat
his hot jizz, she took it all
wait, she wasn’t done, she swallowed
his cock, was interested, again
he picked her up and put her on the bed
her rounded ass, at the edge
her legs, he put them over his shoulders
driving deep, into her slick, wet pussy
she was begging, beneath him
“Fuck me harder.”
he did, driving deep and hard
her creamy tits
he slapped them, leaving a handprint
on each, she loved it
he pushed the limit, slapped
her, on the cheek, but told her
“You’re my delicious slut”
she moaned her pleasure,
started cumming, her pussy
milking his cock, finished him
pulling out, his cum, sprayed
on her belly, her tits, her mouth
her tongue, licking hot cum from her lips
she loved him, but wouldn’t say
he loved her, but couldn’t stay
They would meet
again
and fuck, because they were friends.

$.

He walked in, she was there
naked, on her knees
her ass, proudly on display
for him
her skin was alabaster
her shape spoke of something
darker, exotic
decisions
the pink glistening pussy
or her tight, tight ass
he stripped
his cock, was as beautiful
as it was immense
decided, he drove into
her tight ass, deep and hard
his hand, pulled her hair
watching her ecstasy
he was cumming
pulled out and his
hot, sticky, jizz landed
on her face, her neck, her back
greedily licking up the drops
she begged, “More.”

$.

She looked up
his eyes were watching her
on her knees
her mouth full
of his delicious cock
his hand, fisted in her hair
deeper in her throat
she swallowed
his eyes rolled
smiling
around his magnificence
she worked oral magic
tongue swirling
throat massaging
he couldn’t last
filling her mouth
she licked him clean
gazing at him
adoration in her eyes
“Thank you Sir.”

$.

She looked at the floor
from her position
she felt the cool air
on her ass
the anticipation was building
then she felt the first smack
on and on it went
getting harder, getting faster
the spanks, they stopped then
she wondered what was next
his cock, against her asshole
as he slid inside
fucking hard, and oh so deep
she was breathless, on the edge
shaking while she was cumming
she felt him jizz inside her
well spanked and well fucked
she curled and fell asleep

 

$.

*Note – This was a pretty cool experience for me since usually people ask me to write them poems but in this case I got the poems. Sexy! I can get all night long^^

Poem: Anal Rimmies Fuckably Yours

for Genevieve

 

,

anal, however sexual deviant, is my

harsh

austere equal opportunity cup of tea bag

sexually yoursing that includes spanking

blow anything rimmies and a cup of tea

stretching works for me. cunt. nasal. and obviously ass fucking rim-breakingly cute

fuckably yours she most certainly is

she says

 

 a sweet girl | poem by MoJo

A poem

a sweet girl
is the perfect friend.
this is a sweet girl
the kind you take home
introduce to the wife
and kids
the kind you are friends with
who brings wine
and teases you
to your wife
the kind who will bend over
spread and let you and your friends
Chinese finger-cuff her.

Poem: Romance on Skates (aka my friend, my friend she’s got some skates) #LPRTG #MrBrtg #Poem

Asian
Poem by Moctezuma Johnson for Emme

(cue Phish’s “My Friend, My Friend” in your mind’s ear)

My friend, my friend she’s got some skates
A statement from her former date
When she was easy but alone
Without her trusted chaperon
But what of pink glittered wheels
Affix the plug and seal the deal
Grasps the handle, sticks the butt plug
Up ass so tight with smut love
my friend my friend, she celebrates
my friend SMUTPUNKs and masturbates

$.

That’s right, baby, SMUTPUNK riffs as much as Phish, Parliament/Hunkadelic, and the Duke all rolled up on one stage. Now check out my wife’s Book Series called Romance on Skates because it’s glittery awesomeness. And remember, folks, you can’t fax glitter no matter how scantily clad you are.

$.

Total Hottie

Literary Porn Poetry
That would make any chick smile

That would make any chick smile

A Total Hottie
by Moctezuma Johnson

 

This is one hot babe
sucking a finger
a chupa chups
a cock
slut-netted out like a fish
this girl is all wet
and slippery
after she kneels
you grab her by the hair
you push cock into throat
she barely makes that gag sound
that mmphhh mmpphhh, the pro
you pull it out
paint her face
her breasts
now you’re ready to think again
you stay hard
she is hot
on all fours
spreading her holes for you
when you slide in
you are sure that you are
the luckiest man alive
until you nut inside her
$.

 

Poem by Moctezuma Johnson

Peel Another Banana, America

You love Aztec bitches

in their feathered headress

tattoed Teotitlan titties

hairless heiroglypic cunts

Today Tijuana has–

Meshica cunt shtuffed

full of obsidian cock–

Dress her up like an Aztec

in jaguar skin

to sacrifice at the altar

of thick Moctezuma cock

lay her on the stone

high atop pyramid

high on princess pussy

with King-sized cock

plunge that guatemalteca

like you were splitting her

in two, ripping her apart

to get her entrails out

conquest style, imperialistic you

splatter that tomato-

chocolate- and coffee-inventing

face with dick drip

diciendo: “dame dame dame

todo el poder!”

cut out that heartbreak after

you make the jade wearing jade–

that slattern bitch

who brags that nowadays

she’s pure Spanish blood

dark corn tits

two hard niblets

silver plated teeth–

absorb moctezuma’s semen storm

the discharge deluge.

strip the strumpet

slap choad chili

on her Pharoah-like ajpuob forehead.

you own the was-going-to-be royalty now

gaping her ass this time

as you jam it all the way in to her whine

then let it all the way out to her sigh

on the fiend’s own fertile floor

home of her blood-thirsty gods

where birds chirp hysterically

whine sigh whine sigh

like they are getting ass-fucked

like strumpets, jungle-wide

the whole forest thirsts

what you give hard and domineering

the whole forest aims for what you take

yet she cries

as face gets blow-gunned with semen,

sprayed, like her idols are splatterpunked with blood.

smutpunk her with imperial cum

she is kneeling — tell her “suck,

to save yourself,”

she only sobs and murmurs it isn’t fair

you cock-slap her face

then jam it down past her tonsils

while salty rivers stream

down into the corners of her mouth

again, you stretch out the corners of her bowels

cum up her asshole

then throw her down

pyramid steps

nothing could have saved her

 

note:

some reviewer said i wrote about rape so i’ve decided to write about rape. thanks. if you can’t expect logic from a review why shouldn’t i indulge in it? what’s it called? double jeopardy? since I’ve already been found guilty of the crime via 1-star review it’s carte blanche on committing said crime. i’ve already paid the fine, so why not commit the crime with panache? So i’ve revisited this poem of the brutal imperialism of white people v. indians in the conquest of (latin) america. it’s a deep poem. i expect many won’t understand the point. if you do, please SHARE or leave a comment. Thanks, lovelies!

Poem by Mistress of SMUTpunk, the illustrious QUEEN Kegel | #MrBrtg #LPRTG #SSRTG

Do we really need another literary category subcategory? Why not, smutpunkists? by Emme Hor There are so many literary ‘punks’ these days that it just seems like a buzzword to use in the new age of selling books via keywords. Imagine the Classics: Lolita (Old Man Young Vixen Daddy Age Play Series) or Hamlet (DubCon Paranormal 15th Century Murder/Suicide Crime Thriller Mystery Royalty & Aristocrats), or even Star Wars (Metaphysical and Visionary Galactic Empire Space Marine Clones Incenstuous Paranormal Space Soap Opera Dystopian Sci-Fi Series). So everybody is trying to get on the algorithm’s good sides with creative keyword use, and you now have categories upon categories with subcategories inside categories. Frankly, it has become a mess. If you like muck, then you’re in heaven searching for a book on amazon. If you don’t, you type in your favorite keywords and you’re on with it. So now you have steampunk, cyberpunk, splatterpunk, and a bunch of punks to help you sort through the mess and find something cool and unique that you like. Well, add smutpunk to the list. Smutpunk, really? That sounds awful. Strangely, though, the new term applies to work that isn't bad. It’s erotica with plot that mixes forms from such varied sources as magic realism, science fiction, and Asian kung fu movies. In the same way most other punks use some common thing to glue them together, smutpunk uses the most basic protein of all to create its own panspermia universe, mixing pop-culture, erotica, the Cthulhu mythos, Far East legends, and Non-Western spirituality with Science Fiction, Pulp, and Silver-Age-Comic era elements into a head spinning, ball-busting good time. The idea behind it, formulated originally by Moctezuma Johnson and Callie Press, is to make erotica stand up on its own even if you remove the sex (which these writers admit they sometimes forget to provide) because the plots have other equally important elements. In Halloween 2015 Callie Press’s Butterface was highly-lauded, and Moctezuma Johnson’s Battle for Alien Relish has recently been featured as a kind of B-movie classic on WTF Friday. Smutpunk is just beginning and has only scratched the surface of the its full potential like a Sith lord just beginning to use the dark side for tripping her friends and giggling. Get on the slippery bandwagon and have a taste. Type Smutpunk into Amazon and see what new worlds you get.

Untitled Poem by Callie Press

I went to town to see a man

Who wasn’t even there

And when I left to buy an ounce

A sadness filled the air.

The twerp I bought from made a pass,

But he was just a pup.

I shoved my smutpunk up his ass

And that quite shut him up.

His older brother, he was cute

so then we messed around until their father got off work,

still dressed up as a clown.

A clown is creepy, I declared.

White grease paint

smeared my tits.

Both dad and son

made Callie cum

as twerp jerked off in fits.

No really, he was spastically

yanking at his stiffie.

In starts and stops

and ups and downs

it really was quite nifty,

But I grew bored of that odd place,

I blew that nutty scene

because that kind of stupid shit

should only be in dreams.

Life is rarely dumber

than the fucking shit I live.

I want it all to end sometimes

and this is where I change the rhymes

because that’s what I want.

I am the queen in this,

my dream, and you the debutante.

So suck it up, you little bitch

because I run this show,

and if there’s info that you need

I’ll tell you when I know.

Until then eat a bag of dicks

and buy my fucking books,

and live your life your own damn way

and something something -ooks.

I could have spent time on a rhyme

that made that line work out

But this is off the top my head

my brains’s a running spout

of useless facts and funny shit

it never must make sense,

And Iron Maiden taught me well

to rhyme the word ‘vengeance.’

So go away, fuck off, begone,

because I’m off to bed, with fuzzy head

and hair of red and aching legs of lead

from running all the LIVE LONG day

I’m tired, cold, and dead. Night.

 

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