The Sweet Release

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Sexually deprived woman finds release.
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That_Guy71
That_Guy71
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She seemed angry, frustrated and uptight
I sensed that pleasure would be a fight
Didn't speak, didn't smile just stared at her book
Wouldn't shift or even change her sullen look
The seat between us empty so I took the sign
A personal challenge to make her mine
I maintained eye contact and hoped for more
In my mind, she had quite an evening in store
I reached out with words, she glance up from the page
I had hoped for a smile, not anger in a cage
We exchanged names and I took an interest in her
She dropped the book and spoke up a whirl
I jested and joked as we laughed and talked
Our destinations were close, but neither of us walked
We pushed back from the gate, worry consumed her face
She had never flown and things were out of pace
I held her hand, she remarked of my feel
As the plane lifted, she gripped me like steel
Things leveled off and we were cruising up high
She loosened her grip and let out a sigh
My cock twitched with such a sound from her head
She let go of my fingers moved closer and said
"Thank you for holding me, I don't have such a life
Never been a Mom, too busy to be a wife"
I said, "That's no way to live such a woman as you
Given the chance I would make you smile, not so blue
"It isn't so bad, I work all the time. No other would stay
So I just keep going and keep things this way."
Discussing such things made her more sad than before
I changed the subject to get closer to the core
"If I may be forward, I just have to ask
What of orgasms and those types of tasks"
She wanted to be mad, but needed my attention
Replied, "The subject is too early to mention"
I moved around the core, looked for a better angle
Her frustrations I had intended to wrangle
I touched her with each compliment I could give
Talked of everything I had managed to live
She took interest in me and the adventures I had
I wanted to pleasure her. I wanted it bad.
"Touchdowns are the worst of the experience flying"
My comments hit home, inside she was dying
"You are very uptight ... I can help with my plan
but you have to trust I am a well intentioned man"
My words made her confused and lost
I took a risk without weighing the cost
Swiftly I closed and pressed her lips to mine
She followed suite with a whimper and a whine
I backed off slow, she pulled me to for more
Lips and tongue ... Fucking SCORE !!!
This red eye was dark, quiet and still
Her hand on my cock; the heat like a grill
I wanted her ... She needed me
We rushed to the bathroom and locked the door
I ripped off her panties and dropped to the floor
Ass in both hands, mound of heat in my face
With just a few licks, I had her in "that place"
She growled with satisfaction, quiet in keeping
Her clit was squirting - well beyond seeping
She held my head with clumps of hair in each fist
I lapped away at her lips and the heavenly mist
Twice more she climaxed, the last buckling her knees
A knock at the door - "Just a minute PLEASE"
We gathered and flattened our creases and fold
I scooped up her panties, "Something to hold"
She wiped my face, then kissed my lips
"I taste really good between the hips"
We opened the door and glanced around
No body the wiser at what I had found
My cock was hard, like the trunk of a tree
"I can not wait to have all that inside of me"

That_Guy71
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AnonymousAnonymousalmost 7 years ago
Nice try, but for a poem to go on so long it really

has to hold the readers attention, it really has to be not only clever but constructed so the reader never looks away. Excuse me but I had to. The idea is good but you might consider brevity which is known to be the soul of wit. You only want the reader to look away momentarily to unzip his pants or lift up her skirt. Anyway keep at it.

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