Don’t Loose Hope On Your Dreams

Your dream is like a thin path of light,
while the shadows engulfed your whole peripheral,
waiting for you to lose your balance/
It’s like you’re walking on the balance beam,
while the darkness tries to call you like what crack did to Pookie/
This darkness represent the voices of your haters,
trying to drop your confidence as fast as a Roller Coaster,
using all types of persuasion to try to make you feel like you’re nothing/
See, hatred is like a sword,
trying to pierce through your confidence as though it tries to kill it/
Where’s your shield?
Start defending on what you believe in instead of making a target on yourself/
You’re the hero,
don’t let the fallen take it’s place/
It’s hard enough to try to keep your balance,
So invert that hate into your motivation to keep going/
Every step is a struggle,
but remember,
every step you take is one step closer to your dream/



but getting no where
you seem to be dragging 50 pound chains on each ankle
it seems the whole world is dragging you down
down to the depths of hell
where your soul will burn
where none of your cries will be heard
where your own mind
could be your own personal torture
stop thinking
stop running
this is your life
live it to the fullest
no regrets
and no worries
cause all it will do
is hold you back
this is my life
and i will live it the way i want to
for myself

I Need To Feel You

I need to feel the warmth of you
Around my manly hood
I need to feel the moisture
And tightness if I could

I need to feel the movement
Of my shaft within your hole
I need to feel you close to me
You complete my very soul

I need to bury to the hilt
My penis in your lips
Not the ones upon your face
But the ones between your hips

I need to feel my testicles
Pounding against your ass
I need to suck your nipples
Watch us in the looking glass

I need to enter looking
And watch me disappear
Within the confines of you
Is that moaning that I hear?

I need to stroke you in and out
To feel you move with me
And strive to make our intercourse
Be the best that it can be

Nasty Talk

Is it the nasty way I talk?
The way my eyes sought and stalked after her body like a hawk?
The boys smart from the start,
time tells and but baby what if When I lay in the dark I think about wanting someone like you to jump start my heart?
It Beats underneath like the reach for the creep underneath the sheets,
thinking of the lips that will one day meet…

It gets worse, I’m submersed,
see I’m cursed with the nasty nasty,
when that voice gets low and raspy raspy,
and the late night eyes are glassy glassy
sometimes it’s showtime, anytime, anyplace,
I cant change this pace I just need a taste…
slide the panties to the side,
side to side,
up and down by laws I do not abide,
I’m tongue tied when I lick the tides of your pussy lips,
lip to clit imagine the stride with pride as I make that pussy come alive,
Scuba dive deeper and deeper with every glide pleasure is what I prescribe…

Going To Be Late Part 2

With the bed our king size wrestling mat
Our bodies were free to let go
There were tongues and lips and arms
The prelude act before the main show
Jim’s strength was appealing
If felt so sexy to be wanted this way
I was twisted then thrown , on my back
“God will you get inside me ” I heard
myself say
His hands grabbed my knees
And pinned them to my chest
His body fell between my thighs
I wasn’t ready for what happened next
His cock wasted no time
Finding the entrance to my cave
With a thrust and a push and arch of hips
His pulsating cock had me his slave
He pulled me to center of the bed
He placed his feet against the wall
Then buried his cock , with one massive push
If I was fucked any deeper , I sure can’t recall
Again his cock pounded my pussy
With each thrust the bed did shake
For I wasn’t leaving this hotel room
Before many a orgasm I did make
God the power of Jim’s cock inside
God the pleasure that I was to feel
Never was sex so physical and pure
Never was my body so alive and real
He suddenly stopped with sweat pouring down
I was licking him from my lips
He looked across the room at the open window
And said ” hey , I’ve always wanted to try this ”
He got off the bed and positioned a chair
Exactly where the sunshine came in
He reached for my hand , walked a few steps
Said ” kneel here and let’s watch the day begin ”
With my knees on the chair and me hugging it’s back
Jim got his cock right in position
It looks as if Chicago might see
A Fucking from behind in a glorious tradition ……….

The Deadly Vagina 

Levi Parks didn’t have to hang out a shingle because the people who needed his services always seemed to be able to find him. That was certainly the case with Lisa Beaubien-Arcor.

A woman in her fifties, but quite well preserved, she wore a dress that would have served her well at the Oscars and so much jewelry she never left home unless escorted by a man who looked like two football players glued together. The muscle bound hoodlum stayed outside when she entered the office and Levi was treated to a look at her crotch as she sat on the chair facing him and laid her cards on the table.

“I’m looking for a private investigator,” she said, “And I’m looking for the best.”

“You’ve found him ma’am,” he mumbled, walking over to the cocktail cabinet and offering her a drink.

“I don’t drink and I don’t like dealing with those that do,” she growled, adjusting her mink wrap to punctuate the point.

“Well I ain’t that fussy,” he said, “I deal with drinkers, non-drinkers, drug addicts and miserable bitches like you everyday – all I care about is do they have the money.”

“I have the money Mr. Parks – can you deliver the goods?”

He was then treated to thirty minutes of her moaning about her father and some tart he was about to marry.

“She’s only 28 and she’s seen three rich older husbands off to the cemetery already,” she revealed, getting up to pour herself a drink.

“I only participate when I get angry, she said, turning and raising her glass.

By the look of how much Jack Daniels she poured he thought she must just about ready to hit the roof.

“What do you want me to do?” he asked.

“I want you to dig around and dig all the dirt you can get on Brook Petersen, formerly Grovenor, formerly Banks-Foley formerly God knows who! I want hard facts – indisputable evidence I can present to my father,” she hissed, “This marriage must not go ahead.”

After leaving a stack of bills you could choke on she left the room but her perfume stayed around for a while and he took deep whiffs of it as he counted out the dough. His next move was to ring Chantelle an old friend and who ran the biggest escort service in the city.

“Sure I know Brook,” she said, “I taught her everything she knows.”

“And you know that at 28 she’s put three husbands in the ground.”

“If you’re thinking murder darling you can forget it, she just fucks them to death, they were all old you know.”

“You’re saying she’s a lethal piece of ass?”

“I’m saying her late husbands all died with a smile on their chops, if they died of anything but natural causes it was overdosing on Viagra,” she laughed.

The more he got to know about the future Mrs. Beaubien the more intrigued he became. Banking on the fact that his good looks and masculine charm had allowed him to cavort with some of the most beautiful women in town, he donned his Google glasses and headed out.

The Beaubien estate turned out to be bigger than some European countries. He marveled they didn’t have a rest stop on the endless driveway. There was no doubt that the future Mrs. Beaubien would be cumming into a lot of moola.

As he got close to the house he was worried that he would be greeted by some slab faced butler who would try and prevent him meeting the lady in question. His cover, that he was an architectural Historian wishing to take a few photographs of the house had worked in a similar case before but there was no guarantee he could carry it off a second time. He didn’t have to.

In the garden facing the house was a very ornate gazebo and tending the flowers there was a very beautiful woman, one who looked capable of sucking and fucking a guy to death. Her future ageing step daughter had provided him with a photo but even though he could only see her mini-skirted ass he knew it was her.

Pulling the car over he called out to her. She turned around and smiled,

“You must be Mr. Levi Parkes,” she said, “I was expecting you.”

He knew Chantelle wouldn’t betray him and so he assumed that she had a spy in the Beaubien-Arcor camp.

“Let’s not call them spies – let’s call them friends,” she smiled, walking over to the car. “You’re not going to find any dirt on me,” she said, slipping into the passenger seat, “I did work for escort agency but I never offered sex to my clients.”

He wasn’t convinced about that but he kept listening as she babbled on.

“I found that I liked the company of much older men and that I could bring them happiness. The fact that they couldn’t stand the pace is not really my fault and I’ve certainly not committed any crime.”

“But you must have stacks of dough from your other three husbands – why a fourth.”

“Because my fiancé was a friend of my last late husband Freddie had told him what a good fuck I was and Hugo proposed to me at his funeral. Why don’t you drive around the back to the guest house and I’ll show you how deadly I can be.”

Not being much older than her and in good shape he didn’t think anything she could do would stop his heart beating. Quite the reverse in fact, just looking down at her gorgeous bare legs, as he put his vehicle in gear, seemed to make it beat a little more rapidly.

Once in the luxurious guest house she suggested they should take a shower first. Even though he was prepared to take it as it was he didn’t see any harm in a little soapy foreplay.

When her glad rags hit the floor he took a deep breath, he body had more curves than the Dallas High Five Interchange. She was a super model with tits.

Following her as she sashayed naked towards the bathroom made his cock stand up like the duty stallion. Once in the shower cabinet, that was almost as big as his apartment, she turned on the water and began to soap up a couple of natural sponges, giving him a sly smile as she did so. Soon those soft, warm, lathered sponges where circulated around his balls. As he leaned back and closed his eyes she clamped his shaft between those two late marine organisms and skillfully worked them up and down.

Breathing heavy in the steamy atmosphere he began to feel the sperm heating up in his nutsack and slowly making its way upward. She giggled as his goo mingled with the soap and he let out a primeval grunt. His body was still glowing when he slipped his hands under her armpits, pulled her upwards and planted his lips firmly on hers. With their tongues entwined he moved his hands to fondle her tits as the water ran down them in tiny cascades.

Levi had kissed a lot of broads in his time but he’d never witnessed anything quite so intense. She sucked so hard on his tongue he thought she was going to swallow it like a raw oyster.

As great as all this foreplay was his cock was getting as hard as a rock and he couldn’t wait a moment longer to drive it into her shaved crack. Picking her up bodily he kicked open the glass doors and made for the bedroom. Flinging her onto the king sized bed he knelt between her legs, pinned her arms back and drove his dick deep into her.

She gasped and opened her eyes wide for a second as though she was in shock but it didn’t take a moment for her to regain her composure. Before he could take control, she raised up her ass and began to contort her body like a belly dancer up and down on his throbbing cock. Brook had developed this technique to perfection. Her writhing torso moved rhythmically as if to some inaudible metronome. All he could do was to close his eyes and drift into paradise.

When he shot his load it prompted her to start whimpering but she continued to work her body up and down until he could stand it no longer and releasing her arms he sat back on his haunches. Like a flash she changed her position and soon her ruby lips were locked on his knob sucking out every last drop of his semen.

Levi never wanted to admit that any woman had ever got the better of him but with his legs still somewhat shaky, he gave a little wave and drove off in his car. Lisa Beaubien-Arcor was not pleased at all with his report, which simply said, “ I think she’ll make your father very, very happy.” (“If only in the short term,” he thought to himself.)

He knew Hugo’s days were numbered because Brook had even invited him to the funeral. Women don’t shoot no straighter than that do they? THE END

The Pastor’s Daughter

Owen Prince was an old-fashioned sort of guy. At 20 years of age, he never had sex with a girl as he wanted to save himself for Miss Right.

Working in a male environment and living at home with his mother temptation rarely came his way – his mother saw to that. She was a religious woman who said grace over coffee and mentioned the Lord at least twenty times a day. The young man was convinced that his mother was the next thing to the Virgin Mary, although he thought she’d had sex at least once with his late father.

Almost all of their friends belonged to the same strict church, which segregated its congregation to avoid the possibility of couples touching each other during service. Owen wasn’t particularly unhappy although he felt guilty and disgusted with himself when seeking a little pleasure in the bathroom. He probably would have been quite satisfied with that until he came home early one day and found the pastor’s daughter Lilly standing at his front door paused to ring the bell. That chance meeting changed his life.

She explained that her father had come over to his house a couple of hours ago and he was needed back at the church for choir practice.

“He’s not answering his cell,” she said, “and everybody is waiting for him.”

Owen slipped the key in the lock and invited her inside. She was a little hesitant but she followed him into the front hall, where they were both greeted with groans and moans coming from the living room. Peering round the door they saw the most incredible sight, his mother, completed naked was riding up and down on the pastor’s dick with her big voluptuous tits bouncing up and down like two slightly over ripe melons. The pair of middle-aged fornicators didn’t notice their children looking on in horror and when Lilly turned and fled from the house Owen followed her.

Halfway down the drive he grabbed onto her hand and tried to console her, “Perhaps they’re performing some kind of exorcism,” he suggested, “the Lord works in mysterious ways.”

Lilly stopped, and looked him straight in the eye, “Come on Owen, wake-up, they were fucking each other and you know it.”

He nodded his head and conceded it did look that way.

“All of that preaching that you and I have had to put up with all of our lives,” she sniffled, “it was all talk.”

Once more he had to agree and he followed her meekly down towards the church, where she felt she had to tell the choir members some lie to excuse her father’s absence. However, when they arrived the only person left was the organist, who didn’t seem too happy.

“He may be doing the Lord’s work,” she said, “But he should have let us know.”

With that, she took off slamming the church door behind her. Lilly looked completely dejected and say down with a thump in one of the pews. Owen sat beside her.

“Shouldn’t you be sitting on the other side,” she said with a wry smile on her face.

“That’s all over as far as I’m concerned,” he replied, and he sat beside her and actually put his arm around her shoulder.

“It looked like fun didn’t,” she said, after a few minutes of silence.

“What did?”

“What our parents were doing.”

He grinned, “It did – didn’t it.”

“I’ve often wondered what it would be like to have a man’s dick up inside of me,” she sighed.

Owen could feel his dick getting harder and harder but he was a bit nervous about making the first move. He didn’t have to; Lilly put her hand on his thigh and located his throbbing boner.

“Gosh that feels big,” she cried, “Do you think it hurts when it goes in for the first time.”

“I would be very gentle,” he said hoarsely, his mouth having completely dried up.

“I didn’t say I wanted you to do it,” she snapped, withdrawing her hand and pouting.

“I’m sorry,” he said, feeling a little embarrassed.

“I might let you finger me, though – if you promise to be careful,” she smiled, with a sudden change of attitude.

He was confused but he was not about to look a gift horse in the vagina and so he ventured to put his hand on her knee and then slowly moved it under the hem of her dress. At this point she grabbed onto him and pressed her lips against his, poking her tongue in and out and making little grunting noises.

Owen fumbled around the strip of her panties and took a deep breath when he contacted her pubic hair and a bigger breath when he felt his finger slip into her wet crack. At this point, she cut the kissing, pulled away from him and grabbed onto his hand.

“Come on, we need some privacy,” she said, and led him into the vestry and locked the door.

It looked a little bit like a love nest with a big comfy sofa that he suspected the pastor used for his exorcisms. Lilly soon began to strip off her clothes while he stood there frozen to the spot. She was fucking beautiful.

Owen had only seen women’s bare breasts when he accidently accessed a porn site on his computer. He’d always been careful as his mother monitored his keystrokes.

Lilly’s tits were quite breath-taking, they were firm and pointed and aiming straight at him. He couldn’t get his clothes off fast enough and as he flung them far and wide it was her turn to look at him, with his big dick standing upright and ready for action.

He wanted to desperately suck on those tits but before he could make his move she dropped onto her knees, took his cock into her mouth and slipped her lips up and down it as though she was worshiping an idol. She gently massaged his balls as she continued to suck and it was only a short time before he felt his cum moving up.

“I’m cumming,” he cried. This prompted her to suck it a lot faster in until his hot lava was spurting into her mouth in an everlasting stream.

Although his legs had turned to jelly, he managed to grab her under the arms and move her onto the sofa. She sat there with her thighs wide apart as he, rather over anxious to taste her moist lips, nuzzled his face between them and began to lick furiously.

She squeezed his shoulder at one point and told him to slow down but no sooner had she got the words out of her mouth when her whole body became flushed and she leaned back and yelled as she had a prize winning orgasm. As soon as she got her breath back he raised himself up and started to suck on her hardened nipples.

Lilly was enjoying it but she wanted the big prize and so she broke away from him, lay flat out on the sofa and whispered, very sensually, “Fuck me Owen – I want to be fucked.”

He didn’t need a second invitation and he slipped the head of his dick slowly into her slit. She gasped and clung on to him as he tried to shove it further in as carefully as he could.

Once deep inside of her, he held it there for a few moments before gently moving it in and out. In spite of it being a little painful Lilly wanted him to speed things up and so she dug her nails into his ass and moved her cunt up and down. Owen got the message and started to pound her pussy a mile a minute.

It didn’t take long for either of them to cum and she screamed at the top of her voice as he made those last powerful thrusts and filled her love tunnel with his steaming hot goo. At that very moment, there was a banging on the door and the sound of the pastor yelling, “Who’s in there.”

Detaching herself from Owen’s still rock hard dick she casually walked over and opened the door. The pastor just stood there in the doorway and for the first time in his life, he was lost for words. His naked daughter was the one to speak.

“Do you want to know what we’ve been doing Daddy, we’ve been doing what you and Mrs. Prince have been doing. I’ve sucked dick, swallowed cum and I’ve had Owen stick it up my twat and now if you don’t mind I’m going to try anal.” With that, she slammed the door in his face and bending over the arm of the sofa she invited Owen to grab onto her tits and ram it up her ass.

After that, the vestry became their regular meeting place. They met there every Monday, Wednesday, and Saturday, while Mrs. Prince and the pastor took their turn Tuesday and Friday.