Jane and Jim were lying in bed one night. They had been together a few months. Jane began reciting a poem she wrote. She was practicing to read at the Coffee Shop on Thursday night.
She read:
Let your fingers be like serpents on my softness
Slowly and lightly slither
Feel the swelling pulse of my mound
Make my body rise
love my....
Jim cut her off and said,"Damn...that is the sexiest thing I have ever heard!"
Jane blushed and said,"Thank you...I hope I get the same response Thursday night."
Jim flipped the blanket down to reveal his very stiff member and said,"I wasn't the only one listening."
Jane giggled and softly said,"I guess I can take a break."
Jim said with an exited voice,"Hey...you can practice while we do it...that would be awesome!"
Jane laughed and said,"That does sound wild...OK...let's try it.
Jane pulled her nightgown off and laid back for Jim to mount her. She tried a few lines but it wasn't working. She had Jim mount her from behind. He began slowly going in and out.
Jane moaned the words:
Let......your fingers.........oh....be...like....serrrrrrrpents
on...my...my...my...my softness
Slow....oh....oh..ly..and lightly...sli...sli..slither
Feel.....the...the...swelllinnnnnngggg...pul...se
of...my....mooooooooound!
Make....my....body....riiiise!
Love...my!
She felt the hot stream insider her. She tried to keep backing into him but his stiffness shrank to a nubby noodle.
Jane raised up and shouted in anger,"Dammit Jim...couldn't you hold it just a few seconds longer...I was almost there!"
Jim hurriedly said,"I can finish you with my hand!"
Jane grumbled,"Oh...just fuck it...the mood is gone now!"
Jim apologized and laid down slowly on the bed. He fell asleep with a large grin on his face.
Thursday night came around and Jane took the stage. Jim was cheering her on from their booth.
Jane was wearing a silk white mini skirt...a red half shirt that barely covered the bottom of her breast and she had her auburn hair tied up revealing her beautiful neck and shoulders.
As Jane recited her poem...she gently swayed and softly ran her fingers all over her body. She moaned and whispered her sexy poem into the microphone. She raised her skirt revealing her white lace panties...pulling them tightly to reveal her crevice. She began to pant between words. Her nipples protruded under the soft red cotton. She had the audience captured in a sexual trance!
Jim was looking at all of the faces glued to Jane. It made him very uncomfortable.
Near the end of the poem...Jane began to obviously tremble in orgasm..she groaned and squealed out the last lines.
Jim stood up and shouted,"Stop this Jane...stop this right now...you are acting like a whore!"
The crowd began booing him and telling him to shut up and sit down!
Jane stood silent on the stage for a moment...smiled...gave her thanks and then put her mouth right up to the microphone.
She said while looking at Jim...then the crowd," Jim...sweet Jim...such a passion for poetry....give him a few adverbs and a noun...let me tell you...he is squirting prepositions faster than you can say...size adjective!"
Jim angrily shouted back,"I'm not too fast...you are too fucking slow...you bitch!"
Jane put her hands on her hips and said in the microphone,"Jim...fuck off!"
Then she giggled and said,"Oh sorry...you probably already did."
