A little gangbang

I was browsing through Tumblr and just admiring the images of shoes, cats and erotic but stylish photos when I came across this one which can only be described as pornographic. I could do a whole post about my thoughts on women and pornography but this isn’t the time. This is about the fantasy scenario that came from the image. If you’ve read any of my other stuff then you’ll know I’m romantic as fuck. I like long walks on the beach, holding hands and those cute little teddy bears with “I❤ U” stitched into the chest. But sometimes I just want to fuck. I’m talking sloppy blow jobs, scratch marks down your back and the primal desire to bend some chick over and pound her roughly while she’s begging for more.

Fantasy #003: A little gangbang

I slide between your thighs and into the wetness of your cunt. Your legs wrap around my waist to welcome me into that tight hot hole of yours that at the moment isn’t feeling that tight. I shouldn’t be surprised and I’m certainly not complaining. I’d watched happily as man after man took you, used you and filled you with their cum. So you’re not as tight as you usually are but as I slide in and out of you I have to admit you’re still a great cunt. The sensations and sounds of fucking into such a sloppy hole are certainly a turn-on and the way you wrap your arms around my neck to draw me in for the most passionate of kisses says you are enjoying it just as much as me.

I could stay like this forever. Above you, in you, arms around you with my tongue playing with yours whilst my cock soaks in the depths of your cunt. But I look up and see the man with the camera and remember we aren’t here just for our pleasure but for all those paying customers who’ve handed over good money and expect a show. So let’s give them one.

I motion for Jo, who up till now has been entertaining the other men, to come on over and join us. She straightens up from her position of being bent over so that both her mouth and cunt can service the waiting cocks surrounding her. She gives a big smile for the camera as she wipes the back of her hand slowly across her cheek to clear away some cum that’s missed its target. She pauses, in her typically dramatic Jo way, and then keeping eye contact with the camera licks it all up. She’s like the cat who’s got her cream and swallows it down with a smacking of lips and the happy exclamation of “Yummy.”

I watch, stroking my cock still wet and sticky from your cunt, as Jo kneels over your face and offers her well fucked holes to your lips and tongue. Your arms reach up to draw her down till she’s settled comfortably over your face. She then leans forward to bury her mouth between your eagerly spread thighs. I turn to look at the TV to get a better view of what the camera is seeing and momentarily stand transfixed as we witness the collective cum, of the countless men who have fucked, her ooze from her cunt and slide into your open and anticipating mouth. When the initial flow has ceased you turn to the camera and show the white frothy load being churned by your delicate pink tongue before swallowing it down. You then press your lips to her slimy cunt above you with your tongue digging deep into her hole in search of more cum to taste. You grasp at her arse cheeks to pull her firmly on to your tongue. This exposes her arsehole which shows all the obvious signs of being well fucked and causes cum to leak from it. You wait with an expectant tongue out ready to scoop it up as it slides down through her cunt lips.

But Jo has also been busy while you’ve been sucking the cum out of her fuck holes. Her blonde head has been buried between your spread thighs. Her mouth feverishly attacking your clit in the rough way you like. Sucking hard, slurping on it like it were a strawberry milkshake. Hard flicks of her tongue and not so gentle bites have you thrusting your hips up demanding more. All while doing this her busy fingers pry apart your swollen pussy lips and thrust deep into your cunt. She started with two but now uses three to relentlessly shove hard up your cunt. She holds them flat to stretch you out as she finger-fucks you. This also allows her to scoop out the combined cum of you and all the men that have had you. She then greedily slurps it into her mouth before then continuing to ram those long slim fingers back up you and once again refasten her mouth to your clit.

We stand around and watch. All the men who have had you can’t wait to have you again. Hands on our cocks which are so hard from what we are witnessing before us. The cameras also watches and pans over your bodies seeking close-ups of hungry mouths and pink and glistening holes. It’s such a view to watch “our” cunts eating cunt, sluts eating sloppy fuck holes and the knowledge that soon we will all be once again fucking these two cock hungry whores and we won’t stop till they have taken all the cum we can give them.

We watch till we can take no more of the show. Although to you sluts and your constant moaning and whimpering this is more than just a show and you love eating and having your cunts eaten. But this isn’t just about you and while your fans are happy to see girl on girl action they have paid for a gangbang so it’s time for you two to take some cock… well actually a great deal of cock.

I sit in a chair and hold out my hand to you. You take it and I pull you on to my lap. We kiss and hands roam over sweat flushed skin groping and feeling all we can while our tongue’s tease and tangle in each other’s mouths. You then stand up and face away from me. I grasp my cock and hold it as you slowly lower yourself upon it. The camera zooms in on your face as the head of my cock butts against your arsehole. It captures your moans and the widening of your eyes as you lower yourself on to my thickness until the complete length of my cock is stretching you out and balls-deep up your arse. I wrap my arms around your stomach to hold you against me and give a couple of thrusts of my hips to further explore your tightest of holes. You in return push back on to my cock to show your appreciation for having your arse so full.

Sitting on my lap with your legs spread is a beautiful sight for the cameras. But when I spread my own knees it pushes yours further apart and gives everyone the best possible view of your wet cunt and your cock filled arse. I reach down to play with your clit and it doesn’t take much to get you going. Your body is super-sensitive to touch after all the cock and cum you’ve had, the men watching here and on-line and let’s not forget the lovely Jo and her magic tongue.

Speaking of Jo, here she comes now crawling on her hands and knees between the legs of all those naked men. She crawls past countless hard cocks but her eyes are only for you as she intently focuses on your cunt. She reaches you and stops with her lips mere inches from your pussy ones. Between your thighs the smell of cum and sex must be overpowering to her but the desire in her eyes and by the licking of her lips says she can’t wait for another taste of you. But I make her wait as I hold you locked to me with one strong arm as I use the other hand to play with your clit and slip my long thick fingers deep into your wetness. The combination of my cock in your arse and fingers up your cunt sends you over the edge and I can feel the waves of orgasm take your body as your arse squeezes my cock rhythmically as your muscles spasm.

Once reason returns the first thing you notice is Jo sucking and licking your juices off my fingers. There’s a hunger in this slut and it seems the only thing that can quench it is drinking from the well of your cunt and I’m not going to disappoint her. I reach out and take a handful of her hair and pull her face to what she wants most. Your head tilts back and a moan escapes your lips as hers go to work on pleasuring your body.

You turn your head and I capture your mouth with my own. My hands slide over your breasts and I give them the treatment they deserve. I move from soft strokes to hard squeezes depending on your body’s responses. If you want more I give it to you and then some. I give your nipples the same treatment and tug, flick and twist depending on whether your body wants to be teasingly pleasured or be pleasurably tortured.

You feel a change in Jo’s movements. You look down to see a man fucking her from behind. Her tongue and lips still fastened to your cunt but there’s an added sensation of her faced being rhythmically thrust into your groin. The first guy lasts for only a few minutes but he’s quickly replaced by a new and eager one. By the size of the eager crowd behind her it looks like Jo is going to be on her hands and knees getting her fuck holes used for quite a while yet. She tries to maintain her concentration but we all know Jo loves cock and is soon panting, moaning and pushing back at the thickness hammering into her. So you take matters into your own hands and reach for her head. Forcing her face into your cunt you start using her nose, lips and tongue to get you off. Jo is no longer fucking you with her face. It’s now you who is fucking her with your cunt. There she stays on hands and knees getting fucked from both ends of her body. You holding her up by her head while whatever guy is fucking her arse or cunt holds on to her hips. This is all that supports her limp and used body as she cycles through orgasm after orgasm as she revels in being the group’s fuck-toy and a cum-dump.

But while she’s having fun the rest of the men are growing anxious for a turn with this slut and so she’s pulled from your grasp and disappears under a swarm of male bodies. They bend and position her body so all three of her fuck holes can be used at once. You might not be able to see her now but you can certainly hear her. You can hear the sound of her sloppy cunt being filled, her cries to be arse-fucked harder and the unintelligible gagging noises she makes as thick cocks are forced down her throat and it only turns you on all the more.

But her three slutty holes aren’t enough and the men circle you now. You lean to the side and reach for the first cock you can grasp. You don’t look who it belongs to as that’s unimportant and all that matters is to get that cock into your mouth. You are so busy working it down your throat that you don’t even notice the guy trying to slide his cock up your cunt till he has the head lodged between your pussy lips. But you don’t miss a moment in your cock-sucking and only acknowledge being totally filled with three cocks by reaching out with both hands to grab two more cocks to wank and get hard for when it’s their turn.

I just sit there and enjoy the sensation of your arse moving up and down my cock. It’s not a conscious effort upon your part as you are just taking pleasure from being used. It’s the guy in your cunt who’s is giving you a rough fucking and it’s him that has you working up and down my cock. I watch as the guy in your mouth reaches for your head to start fucking your throat. Grabbing handfuls of hair he uses it like a leash to control you and I know it won’t be long till he clutches your face hard to his groin and pumps his cum into your stomach. I look round at the room and know he’ll only be the first of many and it’s going to be a long night.

So I just take the pleasure of your arse fucking my cock. Just as I take pleasure from watching your other holes being fucked. The camera captures all the debauchery but you’ve forgotten all about it as your eyes close and you give in to the ecstasy of being fucked, totally used and being a cum loving cam-whore.


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I confess it’s not a big confess but I confess it anyway.

I was recently told by someone very special that I am a “unique” individual. At the time of making the comment she was doing lots of moaning and groaning so I took her meaning to be of the complementary kind. But what is it that makes me unique? Or maybe a better question is, what is that makes me, me? As this blog has a strong leaning to sex and porn I thought I’d give you a small insight into where I think parts of my present-day sexuality comes from.

Now I could give a big part of it to K.G. (my next door neighbour) who was the first female to let me into her undies and take my cock into her mouth but since this happened before either of us reached ten years of age I put those experiences down to just happy childhood memories and maybe, just maybe, why I have a thing for older women (she’s two months older than me).

No, the two women who had the biggest influence on my burgeoning sexuality would have to be my mother and my old sister…


OK, can we continue now?

If you have been following my attempts at epic poetry you’ll be quite familiar with This is (not a) sonnet XXX and the opening stanza of:

Oh porn… How do I love thee? Let me count the ways
Mags, books and VHS. Internet, 3-D and Blu-ray.
Since tiny teen with nary downy-fuzz around my cock
Reading Jackie Collins novels and humping pair of socks.

But originally it read something like this:

Oh porn… How do I love thee? Let me count the ways
Mags, books and VHS. Internet, 3-D and Blu-ray.
Since tiny teen with nary downy-fuzz around my cock
Reading Mum’s romance novels and humping pair of socks.

Yes that’s right. My first introduction to hardcore sex was from Mills & Boon romance novels. You might scoff but these were a sure fire way to read graphic sex scenes and boy did I read a lot. I read enough to know the first sex scene would usually come somewhere between pages 90-110. Sure, I read them for the sex but I did usually finish the whole book so maybe this proves while I am a sex-fiend I’m also a romantic sex-fiend.

Oh now there’s an interesting question. Did the romance novels make me romantic in later years or was I drawn to the romance novels because it was always in me? I also read a lot of historical romance novels back then and I’m a big history buff now so which came first and which influenced which?

I still read today for “Teh Sex.” Sure the language has changed and there are a few more gangbangs but you can’t beat a well written story to stir the mind and loins in a way that no video can.

Now it wasn’t exactly my sister who was the other big influence but her boyfriend. He was the one that supplied me with my first dozen beers, first “I’ll never do that again” hangover and my first glance at hardcore pornography. First there was the videos and in the mid 80’s it was true video of the VHS kind. Now I think the film that started me off was Dracula Erotica but I can’t be sure. What I can be sure of is I remember lying in front of the TV on a big cushion and thinking this is the best thing I’ve ever seen and I’m going to sneak back down after everyone has gone to bed and watch it again. Oh, and I had a constant hard-on all through the movie. Yay for being age fourteen again.

But he didn’t just open my eyes to video but magazines as well. I’m not talking Playboy with its “artistic” and air-brushed models but those magazines where you had actual people doing actual fucking and while they weren’t as life-like as video they were still graphic enough and more importantly portable enough to take to my bedroom for some serious and quality alone-time.

From then on I’m pretty much like every other boy who didn’t have a girlfriend and so had to rely on book, video, magazines and my dominant hand for sexual companionship. I could start a rant about how kids today just don’t know how lucky they are to have porn so available through the internet, but it will just come out jealous and bitter so I’ll leave it there. So thanks Mum and thanks Sis for making me happy and turning out such a well adjusted and romantic sex-fiend.

OK so maybe this isn’t the biggest of insights but you have to start somewhere.🙂

Romance novels can be as addictive as pornography … Is a load of bullshit!

image via Amber Skye

I have a great deal of trouble responding sanely to this story about Romance novels causing women to become dangerously unbalanced. This is because I can’t frame a coherent thought due to the “You can’t be serious?”, “Is this a joke?” and “WTF! No, I don’t mean WTF I mean WHAT THE FUCK!” are all spiralling around inside my head and all trying to get out at once.

There are just so many things wrong with it.

Romance novels revenue topped $1.36 billion last year, while religious, self-help and inspirational books combined sold only $770 million. Romance novels accounted for 55 percent of all the popular mass-market fiction sold.

Don’t people who read self-help books generally need help? So wouldn’t it mean most people are happy and doing OK and isn’t this a good thing? Also, are you saying that religious books are part of “mass-market fiction”?o_O

 “There is a neurochemical element with men and visual porn, but an emotional element with women and these novels,” she wrote.

Men are very visual, and viewing pornography produces a euphoric drug in the body. This drug is the reason pornography becomes addictive. When the natural high wears off, a man will crash and feel depressed (as happens with any drug) and crave another hit.

Wrong, wrong, wrong! “…just because sex involves some of the chemicals involved in addiction does not mean sex is addictive”The Sexademic

Women are more stimulated by romance than sex,

I’m not even going to respond to this one. I’ll just step aside as a pack of angry sex-positive feminists come along to tear you limb from limb.

…women […] are admitting dissatisfaction in their marriages that may stem from reading these types of books.

So bad marriages are caused by reading? OK then… (Tries not to make eye contact and backs slowly out the room).

But how, pray tell, shall we fix this “Rom-ography” problem?

Read self-help books together or contact a relationship professional or coach,

Well isn’t it convenient the author of this “story” is a life-coach. Oh, and she’s been “named one of the top 20 Advice Guru’s in the country”. What non-crazy person takes advice from someone who calls themselves a “guru”? Probably someone who reads self-help books and needs a life-coach, I guess.

If you are not in a real relationship, you may want to focus on finding one.

Do hookers count?

And finally…

If you love to read, just choose a different type of book.

How about something with a serial killer as they’re always popular or maybe just go ahead and read some non-addictive porn.

Let me tell you my fantasy.

Sorry, it’s not that kind of fantasy.

Flicking channels last night I caught the weekly lottery draw and as I watched the balls tumble I drifted off to that magical place, you know it, where you think about what you’d do if you won all that money. If me, after I’d gone through the initial crazy period where I’d most likely spiked the share price of Amazon with all my excessive purchases, I’d embark on The Big Plan. It would be to open a second-hand book shop that catered to the sci-fi/fantasy genres. There would of course be a large section for the paranormal-romances as I want to bring in the chicks and not just geeky dudes. That’s the basic plan. A nice quiet life surrounded by stacks of well-loved books.

There would also be a section for second-hand DVD’s. An area of comfy seating where you’d buy over-priced coffee and just sit and chat or read something plucked from a shelf. I’m not going to worry about people reading but not buying as I did win the lottery and the coffee REALLY is over-priced. Finally, there’d be a small stage where people could give talks or maybe we’d have evenings for local comics or poetry reading.

So that’s what I’d do if I won the lottery … well at least that’s the “G” rated option. Would you like to know the “R” rated option? Hello … anyone there? Sorry, didn’t see you in the back. Come a little closer and I’ll tell you my grand plan. It’s OK, I don’t bite … much.

So because it’s legal in New Zealand I could open a brothel but because this is a fantasy let’s go bigger and bolder. I’d start-up an internet porn studio. Now I know what you’re thinking and you are right. There are hundreds of them already and they make very bad porn most people wouldn’t pay anything to see. But I want to make comedy-porn. It would be something like a comedy sketch show but with fucking. A cross between Saturday Night Live and Funny or Die but with cum shots. I haven’t decided on a name yet but it’ll be something along the lines of “CUM FOR THE LAUGHS” or “THAT’S FUCKING FUNNY.” After you’d watched a sketch the best compliment you could give would be, “I laughed so much I came in my pants.”

I thought about this after visiting Rage Comics and realising how so many people had so many funny things to say. So scripts shouldn’t be that hard to find (crosses fingers).

But what about finding actors, you ask? Hey this is my fantasy so stop asking me reasonable questions!

But I did have the idea to invite people via the internet to video themselves doing a scene from wherever they are, send it to me, I stream it and then we both profit-share from the number of views it gets. A sort of ethical / Fair-Trade porn that hopefully makes you laugh.

So that’s my lottery fantasy©. Now all I need to do is wait for my lucky numbers to come up. But don’t worry I know a lottery win is a trifle unreliable so I have a back-up plan which involves I marry a rich older woman. Nothing wrong with dreaming big. LOL

I want to get off Facebook and get into you (A porno-poem).

I had a little moment of sexual panic yesterday afternoon.

I have a “friend” on Facebook who has the habit of getting me worked up. She can do it very easily and does it oh so very often. In return I create these private photo albums for “our eyes only”, from images found searching Google, and then write naughty little descriptions underneath to tell a story or fantasy she might have suggested. It’s all innocent fun for the both of us but with lots of nasty graphic sex.

But yesterday was different as she “shared” the latest album on her wall and that got me a little flustered. Now luckily this one was a simple threesome fantasy with the two of us and another woman. Nothing to be embarrassed about as it’s a very vanilla type fantasy and almost mainstream. (Although I’m a little unsure how the reality would turn out as I’m not the greatest at multi-tasking.) But the moment I realised what my friend had done I hastily deleted the last photo from the album. The reason being that this image was a jump-off point for another fantasy that I felt was definitely not of the vanilla variety. It wasn’t anything bad or likely to cause harm to small furry animals but I certainly didn’t feel secure enough to let that bit of the fantasy, of my sexuality, be put on public display.

Yes I know I’m pussy-footing around the subject. Even now on this blog, which isn’t connected to Facebook and so semi-anonymous, I’m still not comfortable talking about what the photo depicted and that’s pretty much the whole point of this post. But what’s truly embarrassing is that I’m more embarrassed about being embarrassed than about what I’d like to do with some like-minded consenting adult. So while I do consider myself an enlightened individual and sex-positive I’m also one that is full of hang-ups and insecurities about what is socially acceptable when it comes to “proper” masculine sexuality. Or maybe I’m over analysing and it’s just a case of me being too shy and introverted. Maybe it’s both. But it does give me a new-found respect for those who choose to live their lives honestly and openly in this world that too often furrows its disapproving brow at them.

But I’ll stop writing now as I’ve said too much and not enough and I’m not even sure if I’ve made any sense at all. I’ll finish with something I wrote after a fun evening chatting on-line with my friend.

I want to get off Facebook and get into you

You are a special person,
who I really love to bits.
But all I want, just right now,
is your mouth, your vag and tits.

Just thinking of you naked,
gives me a raging horn.
You in my bed, a man don’t need,
on-line streaming porn.

Sorry you can’t wear a bikini,
cause of love-bites on your breasts.
We’ll make a deal, stop flashing me,
and hickeys, I’ll give a rest.

Sometimes you undress slowly,
Other times I rip it off.
Cause slow and soft is just as fun

I don’t care what position we’re in,
long as I’m balls deep.
Wrapped and trapped between your thighs,
where I wanna keep.

I want to be inside you
where it’s hot and wet and tight.
To pound and suck and lick and fuck –
you for hours through the night.

I want to stick my tongue in you,
lap till clean and dry.
Then suck your clit, till wet again,
then have another try.

Your mouth feels great, I’m in so deep,
then you start to hum.
You take a breath… then all my shaft,
nails clawing at my bum.

You jump up quick, give a grin
then get on hand and knee.
I slide in and we both groan,
cause who doesn’t LOVE doggie?

I aint gonna stop this
till you’ve cum twelve times or more.
On the couch, in the shower and –
twice hard up against the door.

Finally you lay upon my chest,
a sated sweaty heap.
Both us covered in love and cum,
from head to entwined feet.

I stroke your hair, kiss your cheek
and ask if that was fine.
You grin and point out rightfully
that the wet spot’s not all mine.

So to my sexy FB friend,
I dedicate this naughty rhyme
Who gets me hot, so I wanna ”get off”,
when I chat with her online.

Porn in the Library: A moral and ethical dilemma.

I don’t consider myself a prude, maybe slightly submissive with an overtly kinky streak, but certainly not a prude. But a story on AVN had me hunting through the desk draw for my righteous indignation. I couldn’t find it so had to settle for shaking my fist at the screen like Grandpa Simpson and bemoaning “Why won’t someone think of the children.”

It wasn’t about the fertility-friendly lubricant with a name that gives me the willies. Pre-Seed may be an accurate moniker but sounds like something you would only use in a sentence in conjunction with the term “Fertile and fruitful loins.”

No, what got me going was the Los Angeles City Council Committee Tackles Library Porn story.

Committee members are being asked to consider a motion filed Jan. 21 by Los Angeles City Councilman Ed P. Reyes that was inspired in part by an indecent at the city’s Chinatown branch of the public library, during which porn being watched by someone on the library computer was seen by other patrons.

As this is set in the US there is the issue of censorship and first amendment rights which I’m not going to get into. No, I want to bitch about the non-geographical issue of the morality (Shock, Horror) behind it. I use the “M” word because my initial reaction was an emotional one. “This is so very wrong!”  I didn’t have a logical argument as to why but simply felt the line of right and wrong had been crossed. Of course this line is totally subjective and since it’s my rant I get to decide where it’s drawn and what colour crayon to use.

So why so outraged? It can’t be I think books shouldn’t be associated with porn. When growing up where else was I going to find it? Authors: Harold Robbins, Shirley Conran etc. were my go-to people for smut and let’s not forget those publishers of filth Mills & Boon. I’m not kidding! I read enough to know if you wanted the sex scenes then 95% of the time they could be found between pages 95-110. While I truly believe that books are “sacred” (and manifest symbols and depositories of the imagination and knowledge) I don’t think it’s wrong to stick them under the legs of a table to raise it to a precise height so you can stand comfortably while banging away at a chick.

It can’t be I think a library is a sacred place. I remember my brother once telling me he had sex in a church and I thought that was totally cool. I’m not sure if he misplaced his virginity at the same time but I do remember he said, “sex in a church.” Not the sort of thing you’d forget, is it?  So if “sex & church” is OK then why would I be bothered by porn and a library?

It’s not the issue of looking at erotic images in a library either because who hasn’t done that (puts hand up)? If you get a little worked up then you nip to the toilet for a quick tug or diddle and job’s a good’un (quickly lowers hand). I hear having sex in a library is part and parcel of university life (if you believe the stories) but that usually happens hidden away in the stacks and you don’t find under-age kids there.

Maybe it’s simply because I consider watching porn directly associated with masturbation and something to be done in private. Now it would be fine to do in a public space if the public was watching voluntarily and of a legal age. But if they are not then you are forcing your sexuality on others and there are a few nasty words for that sort of thing along with a well deserved criminal record.

So in conclusion, and to make myself perfectly clear, watching porn in a library is wrong and you should not…

Hang on I just realised I’ve been talking about the act and not the person who does it. It must take some real balls or not give a major fuck to view porn where everyone else can see. Although it’s not stated in the article I assumed it was a man. What if I’m wrong and it was a (slightly dominant with an overtly kinky streak) woman. Would that make a difference?

So in conclusion, and to make myself perfectly clear, watching porn in a library is wrong and you should not do it but if you are a woman could I please have your number or email address?

The miseducation of Ms. Mullins.

The miseducation of Ms. Mullins

Up on the crest of a green rolling hill
Beneath the shade of lone apple tree
Alone sat a maid named Ms. Mullins
With book perched upon demure knee.

Ms. Mullins was a lady in full bloom
Of age but had yet chosen to wed
By all definition an eligible young lady
But intrigued by mysteries of the bed.

As a farm girl she’d seen animals at it
And her brother in the barn with cook
But never imagined, oh so much more –
Till discovering this well loved old book.

Lovely red leather and gold title script
Unfortunately, Je ne parle pas français
But being unable to read fluent French
Didn’t stop it from what it had to say.

Page after page of detailed pictures
Opulent colours, to simple pen and ink
But no matter the artists choice medium
Their subjects warmed her cheeks, pink.

So keen was her interest in this tome
Nothing, no bee or falling fruits tumble
Could tear her eyes from these pages
Except maybe a thunder’s loud rumble.

At first it was a shock to all her modesty
But with reflection it was just wondrous
Her fingers flicked pages while thinking,
No wonder everyone makes such a fuss.

So men do that and women do that and…
Oh my lord! Is that possible with a cow?
Then remembered a scandal years back,
So that’s why her uncle can’t raise sows.

But the images that got most attention
Were men giving their lovers lips a kiss
Uneven aware you can kiss down there
But the ladies faces all say that its bliss.

The effects of the wanton illustrations
Of countless and carnal entwined limb
On her pert nipples and downy nether’s
Was hardening, moistening, flushed skin.

As one finger traced a man’s endowment
The other slid unbeknowingly to her lap
To a place that is reserved for husbands
After gold ring and a parson’s mouse-trap.

To the world just a young miss on a hill
So Ms. Mullins gloried in the books riches
Eyes and mind feasting on bawdy sights
Fleet fingers made a meal in her britches.

Body aquiver the book fell from fingers
For a time she sat shuddering in a daze
Hand beneath gown liberally covered in –
What we’ll discreetly call a lady’s-glaze.

A stranger witnessing this bucolic vista
Might assume the poor girl’s in distress
Short on breath, wide eyes, pink cheeks
The utter dishevelled state of her dress.

On standing she adjusted her clothing
A strand of hair she tucks back in place
And savours the aroma on her fingers
As they gently trail across her soft face.

Gazing down into the lush green valley
Fruit of knowledge shines in her smile
Her veins still sing with such pleasure
And promises herself more in a while.

For eyes are fixed on yonder Sheppard
A comely lad and friend to her brother
Wondering if he’d like to see her book
And the joys that lay beneath its cover.

Image: Getty Images.