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Click heresheila got her shot of tequila and goes
you know whenever i see a mans cock
i always think about my daddys knife
he used to sit me right on his lap and
then he would slowly pull that thing out
of its snug handjobbed rawhide casing
the leather smelled just like heather
she confesses as she takes the drink
and tosses it down her lovely throat
she is lost in the flush of alcohol and
the erotic rush of sharpened steel as
it peels free from its hugging sheath
he used to pour oil all over the shaft
and wipe with smooth slow strokes
until it was as polished as a mirror
when he touched it flat to my tummy
slapped the cold steel to my soft stomach
our faces danced up and down the blade
the inherent danger of its razored tip
as he scratched my vulnerable belly with
the hard smooth prick of my daddys knife.
of the content sets up nice dramatic tension. I was thinking maybe flipping inherent and danger might work more effectively. (but what do I know?) Thanks for the read.
So erotic with no obviousness. The best kind of eroticism. A great read!
(Anonymous, maybe you should stop reading the poetry here, you're going to have a heart attack - hopefully.)
oh, steve, you are disgusting, baby. lol
This is good poetry. Edgy stuff. I like it.
There's nothing disgusting or dirty in this poem. It just makes you feel that way when you read it.
You're an ugly sick bastard who's a fake hypnotist and needs to go to hell.