Erotic Haiku – set 7

One:

Filling you
His dick
Fitting you

Two:

I lick you
On my tongue
His taste

Three:

Where I licked
Your breasts
She kisses

Four:

Riding him
Your eyes wide
Upon me

Five:

Her fingers guide
His dick
Inside your cunt

Six:

My tired dick
I stroke, as
He kisses you

Seven:

They both work
To remove all
Your underwear

Eight:

You hold her
Close to your breast
He enters you

 

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Erotic Haiku – set 6

A memory-set. Almost like flashes of moments I recall from a very sensual evening. Where many doors opened for me and a new world began…

One:

One on breast
Another rubs you
His hands

Two:

You kiss
Down his chest, lower
My cock wakes

Three

I enter her
Behind I see him,
Entering you

Four:

Deep in her
You reach, stroke
Her breast

Five:

I slide along
All of her
As you watch

Six:

She grunts, moans
Into your kiss
I fuck

Seven:

I slip, she
Moves to sit upon
Your mouth

Eight:

He grips you,

Shaking he growls, deepens

Seeding you

Nine:

Known flesh
I push inside,
Your vagina

Ten:

Inside you
My hard cock feels
His cum

 

 

Erotic Haiku – set 5

Yesterday I realised just how lost I would be if the erotic stories I had downloaded, or worse the ones I had written, got lost from my hard drive – where is a good place to save lots of text files? Google drive does not seem like a good solution?

Some mixed memories here and some that are a blend of events:

One:

Your legs
On my shoulders
Cunt access

Two:

His mouth opens
Your hips descend
To his hips

Three:

Her mouth
Over your breast
You offered

Four:

I enter her
Pushing her face to
Your cunt

Five:

I watch
As your colleague
Breathes you in

Six:

Reach down
Around his dick
Your mouth

Seven:

Fucking you
I see you reach for
His cock

Eight:

Kissing –
You on my lap,
She my face

Nine:

Inside you
Your best holes
Our dicks

 

Erotic Haiku – set 4

Someone I had a lot of text message with today reminds me of these haiku. Two very different evenings that taught me more about desire and sensuality than the years before. Evenings I hope I can bring back, although a world from where I am today…

One:

Your pussy
My three fingers
Push in

Two:

Riding me
I see behind you
His hips

Three:

He grips hair
When fucking you
Like I do

Four:

Your pussy
A taste on
Her stomach

Five:

Eyes close
As you ease down
My cock

Six:

His hands
Fail to surround
Your breasts

Seven:

Your wetness
His pushing cock
An escape

Eight:

My sweat
Mix your body
His kisses

Erotic Haiku – set 3

More haiku. I realise that these cover a range of experiences I’ve had the pleasure to be a part of. Reliving these has brought some feelings and desires rushing back. Plus some stories I have been given and some I’ve written myself now seem like a good place to revisit, so more soon…

One:

I reach down,
Feeling me
Enter you

Two:

Her mouth
And your vulva,
Long kiss

Three:

Your neck
My many kisses,
Up and down

Four:

I lick
Along your thighs,
To heaven

Five:

Your thighs,
I find a trail
lipstick

Six:

I watch him
Fuck – oblivious to all,
You moan

Seven:

My cock
Inside you feels,
His cock

Eight:

First taste
Licking you
His cock

Erotic Haiku – set 2

Trying to keep the free-form thinking going around these Haiku. They represent images and thoughts that pass through my mind when I’m caught by sexual thoughts – usually in the early evening.

Not having sex seems to keep my mind on the topic all the more. A new lover may stop the freedom of my thoughts – the people in the haiku would take on a fixed form, restrict their movement. So I had better get these examined before the next phase begins with someone new…

One:

Pushing hard
Hands grasp and pull –
Your hair

 

Two:

Hands on rug
Dicks stand ready at
Your mouths

 

Three:

So firmly
Squeezing my cock
Your anus

 

Four:

Grasp myself
Slowly from behind
He enters you

Five:

Inside you
I enter smoothly
Where he came

 

Six:

Above me
He is above you
Two rhythms

 

Seven:

Your center
And her center
All fingers

 

Eight:

In your mouth
Her fingers share
Your sweetness

 

Erotic Haiku

Oddly,  my downturn in real-world sexual activity gave me a push to write down some erotic stories, which are only half completed. Haiku and short poems are much more immediate, so a short evening and I have some output – erotic haiku, or some form.

They are mixed results – some I still like to read back and a couple I skip over each time. Which is which for you?

One:

Your bottom

Red trails criss-cross

Fingernails

Two:

Hot, warm

Breath and tongue combine

My penis

Three:

Wet, slick

Fingers seek and press

Your stream source

Four:

She rides rough

Upon your face

I withdraw

Five:

Over your shoulder

I first lick

Her nipple

Six:

My cock

Meets your tongue

Her vagina

Seven:

Your breast

I taste for new

His sweat

 

 

 

 

The Gap

I see it! I see it all now. Or rather, I see enough to see the gap. The space where I keep waiting for something, anything to fill. To take the two field fences and put in a gate, which makes the whole reason for a fence worthwhile.

The fence is me. More correctly, the two fences are me: my wishes and my wants. Between, an aperture that never grows and never recedes. Creating a viewpoint that will always stay in the far distance.

The gate – that flexible force that brings together my needs and desires, that allows access to new worlds and blocks the ills and trips for my progress. That has always meant to be my relationship. With a partner.

But who can fill that role? I mean, really? It’s not fair is it, to leave such an important gap in myself and then just hope, expect and wait for someone to fill that? Joining up who I am, bridging what I should do with what I could be. Resolving the conflicts inside.

Why leave such a gap? It’s asking for trouble in then end, since they will leave in their running shoes or in a much slower box. ‘Partnership’ I guess is within that mistake. It implies that two are needed to create something else, something that would not otherwise exist. But what is that other thing? In business, it’s a company. Between two people, what is it? Should this ‘something’ be left only to exist if two people can make it happen? If it’s that important, why leave this mystical formation to only some chemistry, some mystery and more than a little chance? Shouldn’t such critical parts come from something more measured and assured? Or if it isn’t such a big deal, work towards something simpler? Like self-confidence? Self-reliance?

The error was leaving the gap. A person needs to be whole to create a worthwhile partnership, hopefully with someone else who is similarly equipped. Although that does beg the question of why such a partnership is needed at all. If we’re all supposed to be so refined and evolved before hooking up, what does it all create in the end?

I’m lost. Relationships never provide those within with everything they need. None of them do, after all a partner too perfect just makes us paranoid and grows our insecurities. Although, some relationships exist with one always providing and the other happy to be provided for. Is that the right balance then? A lack of balance?