The pubic hair poem 3

WARNING: ADULT MATERIAL. ADULT CONTENT. ADULT THEME.  

Oh, sweet pubic hair.
I love thee.
Why do they shave you?
Why do they take away your brownness, your blackness, your blondness.
Why has your hairy beauty gone away!

Why, I cry bitter tears for you.
Why are there shavers?
Why?

My tears are dripping.
No, they are running down my face.

I look at my pubic hair, and I love it.
I love it.
It is safe in my underwear tonight.

FIN

The Memoirs of a Fart Dominatrix…the first ten days! (part 2 of 10)

WARNING: ADULT CONTENT. ADULT MATERIAL. ADULT THEME. 

Day 2: After leaving the club at three in the morning, I felt tired. I went home and slept through most of the next day. I got up and ate some fiber. It would give me gas, and that is exactly what I wanted.  Then I went out, being a fart dominatrix is hard sometimes to exist among the “normal” people.

As I walked downtown the sidewalk was filled with passersby. Today I wore normal clothes—cargo pants and  my “don’t worry the world is an illusion” tee shirt. I passed a couple of people yelling about their organization. They had huge signs up that said, “you all are sinners we have the cure”.  What are they trying to cure, I thought? I feel fine!  

They walked up to me and taunted me calling me a sinner. They told me to come to their meeting tonight, and that if I didn’t I wouldn’t be saved. Who are they to say who is going to be saved, and who is not. Humans, always trying to make themselves into (false) prophets. I am sure the first thing they do at their meeting is pass the money tray around, after they have told you that you are going to burn, so that you will come back next time and give them some more money in their little tray.

 These two got everyone’s attention on the street, and tried to make an example of me. Well, what they were saying didn’t embarrass me or bother me. It just distanced me more from humanity. There are some people that need to harass others to make themselves look good, and they somehow think that by tauting and embarrassing others excuses them from their own “sins”.

One of the people that tauted me got in my face. His breath smelled like crap, which reflected the crap that was coming out of his mouth. As he yelled I kept walking.  I let them have their say, and then I walked away. I walked down the street a little further. There was a guy selling yard sale crap, he asked me if I wanted to buy something. I refused…and he flipped me off and called me a bitch.

You see we live in a me, me, me, society filled with people who can’t take responsibility for their own actions, and people that want revenge. Because, in today’s society it is always someone elses fault. Our own leaders can’t take reposiblity for their own actions. It is a fucked up world.

I decided to go into a store. I wanted to buy something for my friend who was feeling down. I bought the gift and as I was paying for it there were a couple of ladies laughing at me. They were calling me names under their breath—they didn’t like what I was wearing, because in today’s world it is all about the material things.  I just ignored them. Let them have their laugh  I said, and then let them go back to their debt infested existance.

I ate dinner at a small resturaunt called “The Fly” I had a steak sandwich with fries, and a beer to wash it down. I was just about to finish my dinner when a couple of ladies came over to me. They sat down, and I tried to ignore them. They invited me to a dinner party at six pm. I couldn’t figure out why they would ask someone like me. I didn’t know them, and I sure the hell wouldn’t associate with people like those two. They looked like they had corncobs up their asses.

Then the lust hit me. I had to fart on someone, so I told them that I would be there. They said good. So I went back to my place and got ready. Then at five thirty,  I took a taxi to the address they had given me. It was a huge house on the rich freak side of town. I double checked to make sure that the address was correct, and it was. I paid the taxi cab driver and she wished me luck. I said thanks. I stood there on the street and watched her drive away. I thought to myself this is my last chance to run.

I walked up the big steps and knocked on the front door. One of the ladies that had invited me let me in. I found out that she was a political freaks wife, and she was doing charity work to make him look good. She asked me to come in, and I accepted. She told me she was doing a dinner for all the homeless people in the city and she thought that I was homeless when she asked me. I told her that I wasn’t.

She got pissed off and told me to act like I was homeless, and that this dinner party was to get her husband votes. She took me in one of the back rooms and had her staff makeup artist make me look homeless. I went along with the game, because tonight I was going to fart so big and proud on national TV at this rich freak home.

There were hundreds of people there as I walked out from getting my makeup done. There were TV crews, and all kinds of media personalities.  I found a place at the table. I sat next to a man. He asked if I was homeless and I said no. He told me that he was an actor. He said this function was to make people think that the candidate running for office cared about poor people. He told me that half the people in here were just actors, and I was one of the five people that they got off the street.

The candidates wife came up and gave a speech! I am a compassionate human being, and tonight I let everyone eat, she said. You see my husband knows what it is like to be poor. He has read the statics and it is not easy being poor. This party shows you all that he does know what it is like to be poor. I felt the gas inside my ass reaching terminal velocity. I couldn’t hold it any more.

I would throw my fart like a person throws their voice. I let the fart go. The fart went something like this: poooooooooooooooo! oooooooo! shhhhhhhhh! People started to look around. She stopped in mid speech and asked the people who farted. No, one said anything. Everyone started to smell the nasty fart that I had just released, and everyone ran out the door…a couple of people barfed including the candidates wife.  

Well, in a few weeks the votes were in, and well the candidate lost. It was found out after some research that canidates wife had hired actors to play homeless because she didn’t like “dirty people” in her house. The actors were hired with tax payers money. You see rich freaks are fake on the outside, and two faced on the inside.  That is all for this day.

FIN

Sugar coated lust…

WARNING: ADULT CONTENT. ADULT MATERIAL. ADULT THEME. 

Oh, sugar coated lust,
take me to bed.
Oh, sugar coated lust fill my visions with love stains in my head.

I cry tonight upon a bed of dreams.
I cry tonight with high self-esteem.
Oh, lust your ego has wilted my vision of you.

Oh, lust you make love to your own ego.
Oh, lust you offer a passion that I cannot contain.
Oh, I want to feel you!

I am slipping into a dark and twisted downward-spiral of pain for you lust.
Oh, sugar coated lust!
I must have you.

There will be pussy farts for you lust.
There will be lust holes for you lust.
There will be lust poles for you lust.

Oh, lust.
Oh, lust.
Oh, lust!

AH!
OH!
YEAH!

FIN

The lust cycle in one line…

WARNING: ADULT CONTENT. ADULT MATERIAL. ADULT THEME. 

Attraction—>Emotion–>touching–>Kissing–>Pole–>Hole–>Seed–>Pleasure.

The Memoirs of a Fart Dominatrix…the first ten days! (part 1 of 10)

WARNING: ADULT MATERIAL. ADULT CONTENT. MATURE CONTENT.  

What have I become? I have become a creature so vile, so twisted, so hideous. I walk the world lusting to blow off huge farts on people that desire me…oh the humanity of it!

Day 1: I walked downtown all dressed up and all alone. A person like me should be with someone, but I am not a mortal and don’t need such trivial things like “love” and “desire”.  It was a cold winters night.  I stopped and ate at a small cafe downtown. I had an extra helping of beans, legumes, and a beer to wash it down. The farts grow deep inside of me—inside a lust was building that I couldn’t contain. I felt it was now or never, I needed someone to fart on. I met this guy at the cafe. He said his name was Edwin.  

He wanted to get to know me. He said that he had been hurt by a woman named Mandy. He said they were meant to be and then he started crying.  I didn’t desire him, I didn’t sympathize with him, the asshole probably deserved to get hurt.  But the lust was building in me, taunting me, caressing me like a lover to pass the gas from my ass.

We talked for some time. He hinted over and over that he wanted to go to my place. He said that he wanted to see my tattoos. I told him I had a big tattoo on my ass, and one near my pussy. He said that turned him on.  He liked my dark eye shadow, and black finger nail polish and jet black hair. He asked me if we could go back to my place and dress in leather and role play for awhile. I wasn’t interested. I said NO!

 I avoided him emotionally, I avoided getting any closer to him than I had to. I became bored with him. He went on an on about himself. He never let me get two words in. I decided to get up and leave. He begged me not to go…with huge tears of selfishness in his eyes. I insisted that I leave this instant. He demanded that he wasn’t going to let me go, so I asked him what he wanted. He said he wanted pleasure. He said we could do it out back.

I gladly said no! I mean what kind of asshole, asks for pleasure after an hour. Who does he think that I am? Well, he excused himself to the restroom, he said he had to go pee. I am sure that he is the type of guy that doesn’t wash after using the toilet. I slipped out the front as he went to the restroom. I thought to myself I would be a  block away before he even knew that I was gone.

The city sounded alive as I walked toward one of my favorite clubs the music was just right there. I was in the mood for some dance music that makes me groove. I entered the club, and  I paid the cover charge.  I walked in and went to the bar for a drink, I had to get out on to the dance floor very soon.

Ten minutes after I had been there Edwin came in, he had followed me from the cafe. Fucking stalker type, insecure fuckers. I was dancing out on the floor when he found me. He was mad, and told me to leave with him now. I said no! He told me that I was his, and we were in love. This guy is a nut, I had only known him for about an hour, and he was already saying that we were in love.

I decided that I would fart on him in the middle of the dance floor. I asked him to dance we got out on the dance floor and I pulled up my dress exposing my beautful body.  We both were dancing and I told him to move closer to my ass. He did, and as I was dancing I farted in his face. The problem with this fart was that it was wet, and some of the wetness stuck on his face. Everyone in the club laughed, and Edwin just walked out of the club not saying a word. I spent the rest of the evening dancing.

Fin of day 1.

Lust Juice…

Warning: Adult Material. Adult Content. Mature content.  

Oh, sweet lust.
Oh, sweet pleasure,
come forth and cover me in your lust juice.

Oh, sweet lust juice.
You are so sweet.
You are so sweet.

I weep tears for you…lust juice.
Oh, the sweet pleasure of your bidding.
Tongues taste you—drip drip drip!
 

You make me feel so good.
You make me feel so right.
Lust juice I want you all night.

In the heat…the joy of making lust and beauty!

WARNING: ADULT MATERIAL. ADULT CONTENT. ADULT THEME. ADULT SITUATIONS. 

Tongues Dance.
Bodies quiver.
Two people become one.

Words are spoken: soft, hot and sweet.
Lips come together.
Bodies pressed together.

Moans intensify.
Words of pleasure echo throughout.
Who will climax first: will it be him…or will it be her.

They dance:
She on top.
He on top.

A quiver orgasm is in the air.
Lust.
Love.
What will they call their burning desire.

Oh, sweet pleasure.
Oh, sweet obsession.
Oh, sweet world of admiration.

FIN:

AH!
OH!
YEAH!
YEAH!
AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!

Love words…Lust words (adult content)

WARNING: ADULT CONTENT. ADULT MATERIAL. ADULT THEME. 

Love:

I miss you.
I need you.
We belong together.
We are in love.
Here take this flower, it is from the goodness of my heart.
Let’s hold hands.
Let’s watch a movie and kiss, but no tongue please.

Lust:
I want you.
Oh, yes.
Yes, yes, yes!
That is it.
I need some sugar.
I am so hot for you.
I want it.
I have to have it.
I need you tonight.
Let’s turn off the lights, and I want some tongue please.

Pubic hair Where are you?

WARNING: ADULT CONTENT. ADULT MATERIAL. MATURE CONTENT.   

Pubic Hair,
oh pubic hair where are you pubic hair.
You are no where to be found.

They shave you.
They trim you.
They don’t want you at all.

They think that you are uncool.
Oh, where are you?
Millions of adults have forsaken you.

Millions feel insecure with you.
Some feel they will not be sexy at all with you.
Oh, I cry bitter tears for you…a void is forever more without you.

Oh, grow sweet pubic hair, and let millions witness your:
Blackness, your golden brownness, your brownness, your blondness.
Oh, sweet pubic hair just come home and show your beauty!

Oh, yeah!
Oh, my!
Oh, la, la!

FIN
 

Erotica in words…

Warning: Adult Material. Adult Content. Mature Content. 

Balls.
Poles.
Lust holes.

Dark night.
Lustful night.
Lust is all around.

Moans.
Whispers.
Passion floating free.

Pleasure.
Dripping seed.
Deep chasm wetting.

Waiting.
Willing.
Leather and silk.

Desire.
Passion.
Skin to skin

Oh, my!
That is it.
mmmm!