The Face Sitting Poem

Three women together on a sensory night
Three smother boxes with heads held tight
Three unknown men for them to meet
Anticipation in eyes gazing up from their seats

*

Miss Netball is the first to lift her skirt
Tight blue underwear ready to flirt
Round cheeks and strong muscled thighs
Convinced that she is the ultimate prize

There is no foreplay as she drops into place
This is about her and her toned embrace
Arrogant energy flicks through the room
Pumping and pounding as her ass seals his tomb

Wow, what power! The box is now locked
With his only window ominously blocked
On life support, sucking her scent
Through a nose, cruelly crushed and bent

Friends look with envy as she crosses her legs
Oblivious to his muffled panting begs
Laughing out loud as she leans and crushes
She bounces and twists, clenches and clutches

‘He’s so lucky’ she laughs with rolling hips
Dangerously deep into her he slips
Merciless flesh, too beautiful to care
A privilege to be her soft deep chair

She lifts her flared skirt to flirt and show
The red, pained face of the man below
How dare he moan! She closes her thighs
Gone is his face and hopeful eyes

Soon she forgets him, too wonderful to show
In desperation he ventures a tongue below
His chance with one of the alpha girls
But down there, he’s far from her smiles and curls

Up there she’s laughing, beneath waves of silky hair
Controlling the room with her natural flair
Below is it lonely for the man in her snare
He wants to talk, to beg for some air

She bores easily and crosses thigh over thigh
A moan from beneath her, but she doesn’t care why
Her legs have closed on his nose like a vice
Snapping shut like a padlock, yet still they entice

She thrusts her panties against his nose
An elicit secret of this English rose
He kisses back with longing eyes
As her arousal, and even her compassion rise

She opens her legs to gently touch
The dazed man held in her damp clutch
With the briefest of smiles she nuzzles in tight
Covers him with skirt and settles in for the night

He beams as her panties become beautifully wet
Then pulled aside, her nakedness in silhouette
Gone is her conceit, now a gentle lover
Her cheeks expressing love through smother

*

Pale Skin with Pimples and trembling with nerves
Pity for the poor man condemned to serve
Humbled by her curves and old worn panties
For the poor soul beneath, she’s a one-girl vigilante

She hovers nervously above the lucked-out guy
Folds of female flesh threatening to apply
She gradually sinks, afraid he will moan
At her hideous punishment and fear of the unknown

Her weight deadlocks the box, and it creaks
As cheap fabric pulls tight between her cheeks
Pale skin freezes as she hears a scrap
The wooden jail from which he may never escape

Poor guy, how long should she sit?
She looks at her friends, they are fit she’d admit
His nose is pushing deep, but she mustn’t enjoy
At the expense of the freedom of this wretched boy

But no cries of disgust only a gentle throbbing rhythm
From inside the confines of her cruelly imposed prison
It feels like his lips are trying to please
And her hips are longing to return the squeeze

His nose brushes her with an elicit tingle
Electricity for a girl who is single
She treats him by slowly rocking her hips
‘Fuck’ she trembles as she feels his lips

Female flesh and a tight mask of cotton
Hiding the man, the world has forgotten
Her unloved folds press with unyielding might
No intention of freeing her captive tonight

He copies her beat and that makes her smile
Breathing her scent, happy to be defiled
It feels wonderful to have this man’s attention
As he languishes in inescapable detention

This is fun, they have a connection
With pure gravity preventing defection
Pale skin closes her thighs to jealously protect
The loving lips that probe and can’t disconnect

She feels she knows him, so she won’t release
The aroused and doting man trapped in her crease
Facesitting this man is filling a void
Delighted at last that she is being enjoyed

*

Silk Panties is eager, new to this game
Smooth shiny fabric clinging with no shame
Her legs part hungrily as she releases down
Beneath her a muffled ‘hi’ and then no sound

Her pink chiffon skirt flutters into place
Hiding her posterior’s overpowering embrace
Above, her voice is a singing lilt
Below, a world of illicit silk

Strapped down by her panty seam
Such innocence, yet this girl’s wet dream
Her lingerie slips to the side, skin on skin
She rocks on her crush, desperate for him to go in

Maybe he can’t reach, she slides and bends
Her trembling abductors push and extend
Her damp arousal is impossible to forget
‘Kiss me or else,’ her unsaid threat

Her hand is unsteady, her wine glass shaking
Steamy female crotch pulsing and aching
Longing for the touch of his gentle lips
Held helplessly beneath her glowing hips

‘Wow’ she mouths as he tenderly licks
Hot skin pushes down to further constrict
Now glued together with her perspiration
Her aroused lust pulsing like radiation

With her writhing hips thrusting full tilt
Her fingertips fumble and pull back the silk
Inside its stifled and airless and her
Rational thought gone in a blur

She climaxes and sits still with a blush
This man most definitely crowned her new crush
Still no release from his inescapable cave
He’s kissing and licking and will remain her slave

‘I love skin to skin contact’ she smiles with dreamy lips
Her curves arching down to cute narrow hips
The warmth and connection make her feel alive and free
Sitting on the sealed box where she is the key

*

‘Let’s sit tight and enjoy them some more’
Her friends nod, there is much to explore
Some boxes creak but remain firmly pressed
With their women in various states of undress