Message-ID: <7847eli$9804140014@qz.little-neck.ny.us> From: john_dark@anon.nymserver.com Subject: {SeanDevon}JDR"She Drew Me In"( bF poem )[1/1] Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Note: This message was posted by a secure email service. Please report MISUSE OR ABUSE of this automated secure email service to . Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-ID: <6gs5ob$bh4$1@sparky.wolfe.net> JOHN DARK REPOST The following story is posted for the entertainment of adults. If you are below the age of eighteen or are otherwise forbidden to read electronic erotic fiction in your locality, please delete this message now. The story codes in the subject line are intended to inform readers of possible areas that some might find distasteful, but neither the poster nor the author make any guarantee. 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If you keep the story, *PLEASE* keep the copyright disclaimer as well. ============== 2) This work is copyright by the author. You may download and keep copies for your personal use as long as the author's byline and e-mail address and this paragraph remain on the copies. Posting to newsgroups or on websites is permitted as long as no money is charged for access and as long as the author's byline and e-mail address and this paragraph remain on the story. ============== She Drew Me In - a poem - by Sean Devon sean9696@aol.com ============== I awoke to music, talk and laughter Fuzzy toward the toilet and relief My parent's late party smoldered on below Old friends, new gossip, old jokes Returning now, our guest room door ajar What's there...peeking...who's there? By night light and moon, soft blonde curls abed But who...Mrs. Taylor...Ann...a beauty My favorite parent's friend...warm...funny...and more When she asked, she seemed to want to know Her sleeping drew me closer...and excited On the chair her clothes...a sparkling gown Lace brassiere...and, mmm...her perfume Dark stockings and high-heeled shoes...red I lift a shoe and smell her...mixed with leather It is still warm, it rubs my face There...underneath...some dark lace Hoping...carefully pulling...oh, yes it is! My heart beats as I turn this garment right I lightly touch the silk and cotton center band Still moist...so recent at her core, I shiver This perfume more powered than her spray Her pungent musk so drew me close My knees weak, I rubbed it with my face Awake below in my PJs, I rubbed there too On that cloth, a small drop of mine mixed with hers A quiet moan started me!...but Ann still slept I watched the sheet's soft rise and fall Touch? Could I touch her? She drew me in Closer...her breathing...fluttering lashes My hand shaking...but proceeding Like a butterfly I landed on a hill Her breathing pushed my fingertips I looked her face for signs, then landed more Under cotton she gave way beneath my touch So soft, I danced across this mound See? Could I see these? She drew me in I eased the sheet so slow across her Almost done...she moved...and made a sound I froze...then...all calm, pulled again...and then Marvelous proud puddings stood in the night I know now, the sheet had done its work Like little berries atop dessert, they stood Between my fingers they were soft...but firm Rolling...she gently twists and moans soft Squeezing...she sucks a breath...and rises up Brazen now, I pull each up to teepees My Ann makes her lips to whistle But only sucks a breath...and moans light I suck one in...and tongue. But now she serious moans ...and rolls! Quick, I jump! She rolls...and back She's again same, but soft legs apart Can I see more? She draws me in. I slide the sheet down her tummy...rise and fall Her hips flair wide...and, oh...soft hair I make through her silky tuft...and again A closer look between...thick lips...and warm musk In these lips, two more...and wet...and, oh! So soft! Oh, like liquid silk...mmmm She sweet moans...and moves...against I slide in...and more...and deep So soft...and out...then deep again She hums low now and rolls her hips Another? Can I use another? She draws me in My second finger rubs a little nub...she jumps I rub again...and she again...and moans I squeeze my new friend and her lip bites Taste? Can I taste her? She draws me in Up my finger full with juice and Taste her toxic lust and...need more Sheet away. Careful as a panther now, I crawl 'tween milky thighs My Ann, sleeping still, lifts a leg...slowly I move very in...in close Her thick vapors make me swoon I gently tongue a lip...and hear a moan Deeper now...and there's my friend So hard and soft...I feel Ann quake I flick again...and now she moves... To give me more...and more I cup soft cheeks of this warm chalice And lift it, more to drink...and deep Tasting lust, I go for more...and more Her molten lips caress my face And soft hairs tease my nose Sleepy fingers in my hair. Oh, She's now a ship on rising waves Each roll portends a storm I can't be in her far enough Nor drink her nectar dry I am now deaf!...in velvet vise! Sweet Ann's is turned to iron! My hair is coming out by roots My breath's no longer mine I struggle to escape, but love just where I am My gasps are buried deep in her And hers I cannot hear As stars appear, my root expels... Its warm and sticky seed, and now... Just in time, I am at both ends released! I gasped and breathed a ragged tune Sweet Ann, she sang the same I held her tight and one last time Did wash in her sweet broth Then, tenderly, away Breakfast already on below Bacon scent and voices came I heard her voice...warm...luxurious Hands over my face...she was still there Wanting to go...and not, I dressed "Sean, be a dear and take the trash." "Yes, Mom." Then, I dared to look She smiled at me, "Morning, Sean" Nervous, "Morning, Ms. Taylor." I grabbed the trash and fled I did the trash, and through a window "Ann, how do you do it? You look...well..." "What, Marian?" "Well...almost radiant!" "Well, thanks! I did turn in early, you know." "Well, that must have been it" "Oh, it was Marian. It was!" I could feel her smiling I smiled for years ============== She Drew Me In - a poem - by Sean Devon -30- -- +--------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `------------+ | story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us | story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us |