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
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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
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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.”
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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
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*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 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
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
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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.
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Total Hottie
A Total Hottie
by Moctezuma Johnson
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
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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