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Stranger Devine

Foreplay is 80% of sex, even if you have to do it yourself…You don’t have to know someone to want them.

By AJ ThomasPublished 5 years ago 2 min read
Stranger Devine
Photo by Christopher Campbell on Unsplash

New hairdo from the salon earlier today,

New shade of NAARs on my lips,

Dressed to kill to be exact,

Plumped pouted ready for your neck,

I smell like heaven rained,

Glitter shimmering,

Brand new black bustier around my torso,

The top pushing my breasts together,

A little smidgen of fabric,

Is all that is there to hide my pretty pink pussy,

Thigh high black boots,

Covering almost all of my long smooth legs,

Ginuwine playing in the background,

To set the mood,

As I lie there on our black satin sheets,

Legs spread apart waiting for you,

I know this is your fantasy,

I lick my finger,

Slide it between my thighs,

Into my slit dripping with dew drops,

I am a pool of desire,

When it comes to you,

Or your rock hard member,

I picture in my mind,

Your smooth firm shaft,

How I would put my lips around him,

Feeling him swell even more

With every twirl of my tongue,

Releasing slickness onto his surface,

Sucking so hard I can feel you changing levels,

I slide my hand under my chin and stroke him,

Keeping perfect rhythm with my mouth,

I move my finger in and out of my pussy,

To the thought of getting to place my lips,

Around your solid throbbing flesh,

I run my finger across my clit,

Apply pressure in the slightest touch,

She is hard and awaiting your hands,

Or possibly if I’m lucky your tongue,

In flat motions up and back,

I remove my lingerie armor,

While I give my breasts the attention they deserve,

Twirling my erect nipples between my fingers,

While gaining speed and repetitive movement,

I gain another finger in my pink pearl,

I can still feel your warm cock in my mouth,

I long for it to explode warm love juice,

All over my tits,

Faster and harder,

I thrust my hips upward,

Begging for you to fill me with your magic stick,

Why aren’t you here,

Why am I tussled amongst the silk sheets alone,

Spanking my tight wet cunt,

With my other hands groping my breasts,

I long for your thick cock inside of me,

I want you, I need you,

With dirty thoughts of your sexy naked body,

Pressed against mine,

Pounding away in all your glory,

Continuing to finger my slit,

I ease closer to the edge of climax,

My whole body yearning and vibrating,

I reach the top,

I moan and shriek with delight,

My scream gets louder as I release,

It will do for now,

Doesn’t however curb my desire,

To touch and caress your flesh,

Make your body intertwine with mine,

I’ve only watched you from a distance,

Peering through my bedroom blinds,

By Derek Owens on Unsplash

As you cut the grass shirtless,

I watch each movement,

Imagining you were using me,

Like a dirty little girl,

What’s in a name,

I know yours, but not you mine,

You don’t know me,

But I know you,

You handsome devil of a stranger devine.

surreal poetry

About the Creator

AJ Thomas

Self proclaimed creator of literary masterpieces. Wife, mother of 3 teenagers, poet and aspiring author.

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