LUSTY AND EROTIC TALES

Poems and stories lustily erotic.

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Paul Curtis

A GENTLE CARESS AT THE NAPE

A gentle caress at the nape of my neck A kiss smouldering upon the lips

A Man To Be Trusted

“Take care of her?” said Winifred Hawkes-Holland as he opened the driver’s car door. “Will do boss” Harry replied giving his passenger a wry smile as he got behind the wheel. “I’m not a child,” Clare shouted petulantly out of the open window “and I don’t need babysitting” It was certainly true to say that Clare Hawkes was not a child, far from it. No one who ever saw the 25 years old would ever have described her as such, childish, possibly but not a child.

A TASTE OF HONEY

Drawn by scent

A Woman Of A Certain Age

It was just after the Sunday morning service had ended at St Jude’s when I spotted her and I thought for a woman of her age she had a particularly nice figure. She had just come down the steps from the church and had stopped to converse with friends.

AFTER THE FUNERAL

At the funeral on the remembrance lawn Looking at her all in black gave me the horn This may well be regarded as shocking But I pictured her wearing only stockings I offered her my condolences and good wishes

AFTERNOON DELIGHT

I stood in the bathroom doorway And watched her stir The afternoon sunlight Painted patterns on her naked contours As it shone through the billowing curtains

An Angel In Pyjamas (Part One)

Colin Capel was approaching his 53 birthday and had never felt so young and vital as he had since the episode when had fondled Angela Purcell in the stationary cupboard. At the time he had known her for roughly six years and had had a crush on her since the first moment he saw her.

An Angel In Pyjamas (Part Two)

On Saturday morning he was busy in the garden pruning back the shrubbery when Jane appeared at the backdoor “I’m doing a shift at the café this afternoon” she called “Ok” he replied

Angel In The Closet (Part One)

Colin Capel had known Angela Purcell for a little over six years. She was in his wife Jane’s bible study group, which was held at his house every five or six weeks.

Angel In The Closet (Part Two)

Once inside the stationary cupboard he looked at the shelving and had to admit that even he couldn’t reach the top shelf without the use of the steps. “Let me go up the steps” he suggested gallantly after examining the rickety contraption
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ANY OLD PORT IN A STORM

I was stranded and lonely with time to kill And I was looking for someone to cure my ill

ARE YOU WEARING A LEER?

Are you wearing a leer? That’s out of order I fear

ARE YOU WEARING SILK, SATIN OR LACE?

Are you wearing silk? Or perhaps satin and lace

ARE YOU WEARING SILK?

Are you wearing silk? Against your luscious skin

ARE YOU WEARING STOCKINGS?

It was in a seedy club Where I spied her in the gloom

ARE YOU WEARING VELVET GLOVES?

Are you wearing velvet gloves? Oh how elegantly you’re stood

ASTRONOMICAL LOVE

From the moons of Jupiter And the areolas peaks

BAD RECEPTION

You sit in reception

BERNADETTE FROM BLACKHEATH

I remember my very first girlfriend Bernadette O’Flahety was her name She was ever so slightly unattractive But she was my girlfriend all the same She was considered quite the looker

BLACK MASS

She slipped off her long leather coat. Revealing just her underwear

BLACK SILK DRESS

Her black silk dress

BRONCO FILLY

You would have said She was attractive

CLICKETY CLACK

Clickety clack Was the talk from the track

COCKNEY COURTING

A Very Nice Boat Race Barnet Fair Blonde And Army And Navy Great Long Ham And Eggs Right Up To Her Blade Of Grass Firm Flat New Delhi And Big Threepenny Bits

COME ON DARLING HEAR MY PLEA

Come on darling Lets play hide the sausage

CONCUPISCENCE # 1

I have a bar maid fantasy I would like to serve her

DANCE FOR ME THAT DANCE

Dance for me that dance The one of ancient rhythm

DECEMBER RESPITE

It was a cold and gray December day With a biting wind that took your breath away

DEGRADED AND SPENT

Degraded and spent

DIRTY DANCING

Joanne the willowy vixen Willing and welcoming Dancing on the pole

DISH OF THE DAY - VIRGINIA

Dear Virginia No longer the gawky girl

DISH OF THE DAY – EMILY

Sweet, sweet Emily My sweet confection

DISH OF THE DAY – JENNIFER

Jennifer, Jennifer A savoury dish

DOWN AT THE BEACH

The beach was deserted And silent

DOWN BENEATH HER DOWN

Down beneath her down

DREAM LAKE

The dark lake at midnight reflected back Her own image, she knew this to be her Bu why was she at the lake at midnight Why did she not know how she got there? And why was she naked on the lake shore

DREAM LOVER?

Was our secret love as special as it seems

EACH BREATH

Each stroke Each caress Brought more eager breath

EBONY SILK

Her skin was like polished ebony And was silken to the touch

FLIRT IN A SKIRT

Everything limber Everything pert

Funereal Finery

Funerals have had an unduly erotic effect upon me since the morning of my grandfather’s funeral in 1963 when I was 13 years old. I was in Aunt Julie’s bedroom looking to pinch a couple of her cigarettes while she was having a bath.

GODDESS SEDUCTION

The first embrace Of my seduction,

GRECIAN YEARNS

It was on a beach on a Grecian island We met on a warm and balmy night First we walked together hand in hand Then soon indulged in carnal delight I was quickly inside her clothes She tore at my shorts with eager hands

HEAT

We came together In a frenzied embrace Mouths locked, Nostrils flared Snorting like fighting bulls Kissing, stroking, groping Fumbling with buttons and belts Hooks and eyes Until we lay in a heap

HER ALLURE

She makes my thoughts impure

I HAVE A PICTURE

I have a picture of you A picture in my head

I KISSED EVERY INCH

I kissed every inch Of her sweet perfume skin

I LIKE

I like them in the rain I like them in sunshine I like them after whisky

I SAW YOU IN A DIFFERENT LIGHT TODAY

I saw you in a different light today A dazzling light of femininity

I WANTED HER

She crouched down, almost squatting To stroke a small dog in the park As she did her full buttocks Strained the fabric of her shorts And I wanted her When she stood up

IF YOU ONLY KNEW

Twenty one today, the birthday girl Blushing beauty beneath soft curls

IN THAT EXQUISITE PLACE

In that exquisite place, Lying between

IN THE AFTERGLOW

She lay serenely in the afterglow The sweat of passion spent Vaporized and no more Her hair tousled, Frames a peaceful face The red glow of the cheeks still visible Her eyes resting, her mouth open slightly

IN THE CHAIR

I entered the living room from the garden To a scene which gave me a hard on My housekeeper's daughter was there Sitting in a leather winged back chair Unaware of my presence by the garden door

IN THE EYE OF THE BEHOLDER

Her eyes of velvet hazel brown Looked at me and then look down Her nose twitched and she bit her lip

IN THE FIRST LIGHT OF DAWN

I lie in the first light of dawn Alone, thinking of her Wishing her next to me

IN THE PALM OF HER HAND

She holds me in the palm of her hand In a literal sense, body and soul

INSIDE THE SILK

Cool silk against my hand

ISLE OF LOVE

The scent of jasmine and honeysuckle was Everywhere, drifting on the afternoon breeze Filling my nostrils and catching in my dry throat

It All Comes Out In The Wash

Sally was laying beneath the duvet and through the wall she could hear him in the shower. And she envied every droplet of water as it ran over his naked skin. She had loved him since she was eleven years old and now she was almost twenty she wanted him with every fibre of her being.

JOY BRINGER

Seductively on your knees As you tantalise and tease

Just Being Neighbourly

My name is Leon Watson and when it all began I lived in a detached house in Millmoor with my wife of 25 years Mary. Well when I say we lived there it would be more accurately described as an existence.

JUST ENOUGH

She leant forward, Bending at the waist,

KISS OF LIFE

The greatest gift you can bestow,

KISSING COUSINS

It was on a family holiday in Spain When I was seventeen and my cousin was fifteen Karen had followed me around with puppy dog eyes For as long as I could remember But had suddenly become aware of her sexuality

LADY LUST

Lady Lust Doused in heavy musk

LANDSCAPE OF PLEASURE

My hands glide over her curves And contours in a sensual exploration Of the silken landscape

LE BICYCLETTE DE BELSIZE

As I drive home from work, with the evening sun still beating down hot on the windscreen, I come to an abhorrent obstruction in the road, a cyclist the worst site to any driver with somewhere to go and a finite time

LET ME DINE ON IMMORAL-FLESH

Let me dine on immoral-flesh So readily on display

LIKE A HUMID AFTERNOON

Like a humid afternoon She was left breathless

LUCKY GUY

I knew from the look in her eyes That I was the lucky guy

LUST CONQUERS ALL

I love it when mouth meets mouth And tongue engages tongue

LYCRA LADY?

The Lycra fitted her Like a second skin.

MELISA WITH THE GAPING BLOUSE

Melisa with the gaping blouse With fabric formed tight Around her unfettered breasts Her aroused nipples Standing proud Like sentinels She walked slowly toward me Breasts bouncing

MISS TUNNEY

Hey there Miss Tunney You're quite a honey With a disposition sunny And sense of humour, funny So cute just like a bunny I'd pay a deal of money Just to taste your cunny

MISTAKEN IDENTITY

"Bob, go to the Hilton I was told "and meet Sam Barraclough

Molly’s Folly

Molly Curtis was a nurse at the Churchill Hospital in Abbottsford as was, on off girlfriend Samantha Elliott. When they first met Sam thought she had found the one, and fell instantly in love, but for Molly it was different, she didn’t fall in love she was all about the sex.

MY FAVOURITE THINGS # 2

Girls in short dresses with black satin panties G-strings and thongs and exotic scanties

MY THOUGHTS ARE SINFUL # 01

My thoughts are sinful

MY THOUGHTS ARE SINFUL # 02

My thoughts are sinful

MY THOUGHTS ARE SINFUL # 03

My thoughts are sinful Of your beauty lavishly garnished

MY THOUGHTS ARE SINFUL # 04

My thoughts are sinful I like to think of sin

MY THOUGHTS ARE SINFUL # 05

My thoughts are sinful

MY THOUGHTS ARE SINFUL # 06

My thoughts are sinful

MY THOUGHTS ARE SINFUL # 07

My thoughts are sinful Thoughts of your silky skin

MY THOUGHTS ARE SINFUL # 08

My thoughts are sinful And the image I see

ONCE INSIDE HER CLOTHES

Once inside her clothes Her vest and bra and such

PANDORA

Ah there’s Pandora see?

PERSONAL SERVICE

Satisfyingly slutty

POINT OF VIEW

I look at her and in my mind She is naked Her great round breasts Nipples like organ stops Her lush bush Then I see her bending Straight legged Her lips in full view

PRETTY GIRL ON A BICYCLE # 1

Pretty Girl on a bicycle In a summer dress

PRETTY GIRL ON A BICYCLE # 2

Pretty Girl on a bicycle In a summer dress

PRETTY GIRL ON A BICYCLE # 3

Pretty Girl on a bicycle In a low cut top

PRETTY GIRL ON A BICYCLE # 4

Pretty Girl on a bicycle In a low cut top

RED HOT

The first thing I noticed Was the sun on her red hair Turning it to blazing fire As it tumbled Onto the white flesh of her shoulders The pastel shades Of her meagre top

RED SATIN

Sexy red satin

RED SILK

Red silk clinging, Accentuating

REFLECTED GLORY

She sits before the mirror Head inclined Fine brown hair falls off her shoulders Cascading down one side

RELISHING THE MOMENT

If opportunity exposed A glimse of stocking top

SAPPHO’S FIRST KISS

When first sweet Sappho

SAPPHO’S INTIMATE KISS

In my nakedness I surrendered to her Yielding to her dominance

SERENDIPITY IN ALL ITS SPLENDOUR

She walked towards me And my eyes were drawn To her unfettered breasts,

SHE

She smiles And I undress her with my eyes She laughs And I’m naked with her She looks at me And my heart pounds She smiles at me And I orgasm I really must get out more

SHE CAME IN THE NIGHT

It was in the early spring When nature causes sap to rise

SHE WAS ALL TITS AND DIMPLES

All tits and dimples in a Short skirt Braless and bubbly and ready to flirt I first noticed her as I was playing pool With her legs crossed to make men drool Looks can be deceptive I would agree

SILK STOCKINGS

Silkily sheer From dainty ankle

SMOULDERING

Smouldering looks Flaming desire,

SNOWFLAKES FALL STEADILY

Snowflakes fall steadily As the wind blows

SPANISH EYES

I sat drinking black coffee alone in the cafe I noticed her instantly as she entered powerless my eyes, like magnets were drawn towards the striking young woman's beauty, her hair

SPANISH MAIDEN

The Spanish maiden with the come hither look Resplendent with curves shaped to arouse

SPEAK DIRTY TO ME

She wears sexy underwear And speaks dirty to me

STAND FOR THE KING

In Cumalot, Big King Dick Really lived up to his name

SUBLIME MOMENT

Living sculpture

SUNDAY SERVICE

Her dark eyes, sultry and steamy

TALES OF TOPOGRAPHIC NOTIONS

Strong hands explore

THE FLIRTING AND THE FLAUNTING

We looked through the eyes of lovers The flirting and the flaunting passed The want and need self evident

THE GAME OF LUST

Tongue and fingers

The Girl In The Black Dress

It was the midsummers Eve Ball and Luke Martin was enjoying an illicit cigar on the East Terrace of the great hall. The reason he chose that particular place to smoke was because it was the furthest from the ballroom and therefore the furthest away from his wife’s disapproving eye.

THE GIRL IN THE ONE-PIECE DRESS

The girl in the one-piece dress Figure hugging

THE GIRL WALKED LINGERIE FREE

All eyes turned towards her The girl in the black silk dress With stockined legs, black and sheer

THE LOVELY LADY ELEANOR

The lovely lady Eleanor A pretty young woman

The Mysterious Case Of The Bottle Blonde

Emma Chambers was what we used to call a bottle blonde she was also a three time divorcee and one time widow and was the wrong side of fifty but she filled a sweater very well indeed and her bum was tailor made for tight jeans which I’m pleased to say she never failed to occupy them to maximum effect.

THE PRIAPIC YOUTH

The priapic youth Has a sexual obsession

THE RELUCTANT VOYEUR

It was a hot summer day, Carrie was home from uni

THEIR FIRST TIME

Safe in the darkness Modesty abates,

THERE'S SOMETHING ABOUT MARY

My sister in law Mary though twenty three Suffered from a kind of delinquency She always caused her poor Mum a fuss And then she had to come to live with us For weeks she made our life a hell

THROUGH THE OPEN FRENCH WINDOW

Through the open French window, The sun streamed into the room, Spreading across her

TIGHT FIT

My first girl friend Was amply proportioned Not fat, Not even plump

TUP THAT

One of the most fulfilling moments Is when I’m behind you tupping

TWENTY SOMETHING, SWEET YOUNG THING

TWENTY SOMETHING, SWEET YOUNG THING

USED AND ABUSED

You sought me out And overwhelmed me

WANT

I want you every day In each and everyway

WENCH HUNT

A certain healthy horny fellow

WHAT WOULD YOU THINK OF ME? # 1

What would you think of me? If you knew my fantasy

WHEN AUNTY RUTH CAME TO VISIT

My Aunty Ruth came to visit She wasn’t my real Aunty

WHEN I WALKED INTO THE ROOM I SAW HER

When I walked into the room I saw her, wearing her favourite

YOU CAN RING MY BELL

Do you like making spoons in bed? Or do you do it on all fours like beasts Perhaps in the style of the missionaries Or does she straddle you like a monkey on a stick? Is she animated when you're at it?

YOU DON’T EVEN HAVE TO ASK

You don’t even have to ask I am at your beck and call

YOU DON’T SEE THAT EVERY DAY

A lovely girl in a very short skirt Stood bending over from the waist There was a very startled young boy Sat in full view behind her red faced After she straightened up and left

YOU WOULDN’T SMILE AT ME # 02

You wouldn’t smile at me If you could read my mind

YOU WOULDN’T SMILE AT ME # 03

You wouldn’t smile at me

YOU WOULDN’T SMILE AT ME # 04

You wouldn’t smile at me

YOU WOULDN’T SMILE AT ME # 05

You wouldn’t smile at me

YOU WOULDN’T SMILE AT ME # 06

You wouldn’t smile at me

YOU WOULDN’T SMILE AT ME # 07

You wouldn’t smile at me

YOU WOULDN’T SMILE AT ME # 08

You wouldn’t smile at me

YOU WOULDN’T SMILE AT ME # 09

You wouldn’t smile at me

YOU WOULDN’T SMILE AT ME # 10

You wouldn’t smile at me

YOU WOULDN’T SMILE AT ME # 11

You wouldn’t smile at me If you knew my fantasies

YOU WOULDN’T SMILE AT ME # 12

You wouldn’t smile at me

YOU’RE MINE

Your size four feet are mine Your slender stockined legs are mine Your firm round buttocks are mine Your unwaxed loins are mine Your smooth flat belly is mine Your manicured nails are mine

BEAUTEOUS FLOWER

T here is a great beauty And hers was revealed

WALKING HAND IN HAND

Walking hand in hand Desire burned slow And then a moonlight kiss

LOOKING VERY GOOD IN BLACK

I thought of how good she looked in black

I SPIED HER AT THE FESTIVAL

I spied her at the local festival Dancing geekily with friends

FATIGUE ENGULFS HER IN A PRELUDE SLEEP

Fatigue engulfs her in a prelude to sleep She resists but finally must accept defeat