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Click hereThe thighs of a woman virile strong
shapely and long
above him did stand as bent over he be
a tightness of balls and a long shaft for her to see.
a game they were playing, his was the call
gnawing fantasies in his head to trawl
the blindfold to help in darkness to sink
as her hands on his hips went, pulling his buttocks, into her groin to sink.
his instinct to fight back as control she took
but, with a quick slap to his balls his world she shook
further he arched, his teeth biting into the bed
the firmness of her intent, to surrender to, instead.
her nails a path traced on the softest part of his scrotum
down his spread thighs and up with momentum
and has her thumbs his perinea did tease
a cry of surprise escaped ,his breath did wheeze.
his high riding sacs, tight against his manliness
she pulled on gently, releasing them, slightly slapping them against her womaness
tighter she pulled a yelp from him escaped
as his shaft and balls pulled back between her things taped.
The pain searing at first, then slight, the pleasure full blown
the intensity the height of euphoria felt,eventually known
and all this before the main theme of the game be played
by her and her strap-on,the request had been to be layed.
an adventure he had sort and she had complied
and now a new playing field identified
the request now be for a gorgeous shemale
the fantasy of two beauties, best of both worlds, himself to avail.
RB.
Dear Anon
you are on the right track. have taken note of your constructive critic. A second poem will be on its way in due course.
On the point that there may be a wish for a gay liaison...definitely not. Simply an experience of another sort. An adventure new. Ones preferences as to male or female are not being questioned or challenged. Some of us simply enjoy variation without much analysis.
The best of all worlds...should one be judged or boxed into a category for daring to dabble in what society may not be able to explain away?
RB.
if you can get past the poor un-natural poetic rendering of the lines in an attempt to make rhyme and rhythm. The poem is set out in the index to be about a mating of a man and a she-male but in actuality it is a man receiving anal from a woman with a taped strap-on (most rubber dicks are harnessed). The poem describes this ball slapping experience and then suggests a new "playing field" will be opened, i.e. the man will consort with a she-male. I enjoyed the theme but more effort is needed to pull this together and perhaps a second poem to describe the next event. It would appear that since male/female coitus is so mundane we need a variant to induce excitement in what appears to be a disguised wish for a gay penetration, more acceptably performed by one who has both breasts and a penis.