Batteries Packed

Batteries packed and vibrator going.
Slow on the clit while parting her lips,
honey is flowing.

Breaking a sweat while making her wet and
rubbing her knob while I eat like a slob. I rise
from my chair with mindful despair and pound
on her Venus; like my legs are still there.

Imagine the visions that drive through my mind.
They exceed the speed limit and trample on time!
My hands become able, my gait straight and stable,
as my dick rises and cracks a hole in the table.

Casanova.

Who’s he?

Can he from a wheelchair squeeze pleasure from stone?
Can he find with his tongue that place on the wall?
That place that when licked and roundabout flicked,
impales nails in my skull as she crashes and falls.

Stare as you might you won’t get it right unless you
drop inhibitions and open for flight.
Do what she does and forget why you’re here.
You came looking for dreams but got lost in my cream,
and I drowned in your stream.

When time found out we were gone it clipped us in space,
Only things that were missing were wheelchair and brace.

Odeon Black
Copyright 2006

Duct Tape and Black Whips

I could not move my hips and have trouble holding whips.
I could not tie a knot but gave it all I got.
I could not grasp my fingers round her pant waist, but pulled them down in hurried haste.
So I bit her zipper with my teeth and yanked and tugged till my lips bled.
Wear a dress next time I said; but loved the taste of my bloody red!

She laughed and kissed my lips and wrapped duck tape round my wrist.
She forced my fingers round her whip and neatly taped from thumb to wrist!
Her laugh intoxicated as she worked on the harder side of me.
She bent her body across the wall, her fingers clutched so she would not fall.

I rubbed her ass til she was moist then raised the whip to her rejoice.
She moaned and made strange sounds as the leather came crashing down!
My arms they flailed in a disorderly motion trying to grasp the concept of pain and devotion.
She asked that I please not stop till she’s ready and dropped to her knees as I took it real steady!
We went on for minutes and hours as my biceps and triceps started to scream!
She laughed when she moaned, it seemed like a dream; my crippled old body was making her cream.

This girl was all right and she lived for love bites!
She took of her pumps; black leather with steel on her heals.
She proceeded with care and at her feet I would stare.
A nice French to match her composure, she unrolled her stockings for fullest exposure.

She laid me in bed as my wheelchair turned dead then she pulled of my trousers and grabbed my hard head.
She proceeded to kiss it with the softest enchantment and to test the will of my stay she started to pounce it.
Her feet found their way to my mouth that hot day.
They were scented with lust and peppered with sweat.
They tasted like candy in the old candy store, with peppermint dandy and a hot chocolate smore.
I started from big and sucked my way over, I licked in between as she nibbled and sucked.
She took my head in her mouth for the wettest of fucks.

I licked and nibbled and sucked them like nipples, till the force in her pussy caused her to ripple!
She came more than once and her toes never dried cause I hungered for juice that laid on her thighs.

She quipped and she quiver; then her lips she delivered with panties aside.
I opened my mouth and found honey within, at the flick of my tongue she bit at my tip.
She screamed and she moaned and shivered in fright as I bit on her button of worldly delight.
Please don’t stop! She would say. Please continue your play.

Soft a tongue I proposed to a clit in repose as her shakes drown bloody lips in her sea of duct tapes and black whips!

Odeon Black
Copyright 2004