LUSTY AND EROTIC TALES
Poems and stories lustily erotic.
“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.
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.
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
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
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.
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
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.
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
I was stranded and lonely with time to kill And I was looking for someone to cure my ill
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
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
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
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.
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
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
I saw you in a different light today A dazzling light of femininity
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
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
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
Her eyes of velvet hazel brown Looked at me and then look down Her nose twitched and she bit her lip
I lie in the first light of dawn Alone, thinking of her Wishing her next to me
The scent of jasmine and honeysuckle was Everywhere, drifting on the afternoon breeze Filling my nostrils and catching in my dry throat
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.
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.
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
My hands glide over her curves And contours in a sensual exploration Of the silken landscape
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
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
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
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.
Girls in short dresses with black satin panties G-strings and thongs and exotic scanties
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
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
She sits before the mirror Head inclined Fine brown hair falls off her shoulders Cascading down one side
She walked towards me And my eyes were drawn To her unfettered breasts,
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
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
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
The Spanish maiden with the come hither look Resplendent with curves shaped to arouse
We looked through the eyes of lovers The flirting and the flaunting passed The want and need self evident
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.
All eyes turned towards her The girl in the black silk dress With stockined legs, black and sheer
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.
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, The sun streamed into the room, Spreading across her
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?
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
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
Fatigue engulfs her in a prelude to sleep She resists but finally must accept defeat