Was seeing a beat up old truck around town with this bumper sticker..
IF YOU ARE GOING TO RIDE MY ASS AT LEAST PULL MY HAIR.
A few weeks later and I am assigned to train a new employee, which involves sharing a vehicle designed for 1 so someone rides in a jumpseat in the cargo area. Every time we had to get out for a delivery I was out first then watching this lovely slender long tress redhead swing her beautiful tight ass right in front of my face as she got out from the back. First time it happened my mind said, Wow, what a nice ass. And by the 50th time that day I was still in awe.
Now, sexual harrassment in my federal agency is a serious deal and I keep my mouth shut, usually. But the next morning when I saw her pull up in THAT pickup truck, the first thing out of my mouth was,"Oh I would so pull your hair." I didn't even think before I spoke, somewhere in my mind I had already decided someone with that bumper sticker wouldn't be offended. "And I added " I mean, after watching you climb in and out of the vehicle all day yesterday, wow." Too which she replied, as she swung her hips in a circle so her ass was pointing at me, "It is really nice, isn't it". I thought I was off the hook until I realized at least 4 co workers up on the dock had heard the whole exchange and were laughing their asses off and chuckling about filing the harrassment paperwork as 3rd party offended witnesses. ( An inside joke. That had already happened. A female coworker had been harrassing the crap out of me, in FUN, but another woman was offended and assumed the MALE was in the wrong and reported me. As soon as management found out it was a WOMAN harrassing ME it was all dropped. Nice double standard thank you. And the person who reported it got retrained, the policy says "any 'reasonable' person" would find offensive. That was my bosses way of telling that person she wasn't reasonable.

So the point of all this. If you are going to have a bumper sticker, then also have the ass and the attitude to back it up. That lady certainly did. One of my favorite people still 15 years later, and if her damn boyfriend werent a Correctional Officer a foot taller than me and infinitely more capable of violence I would have tried to get some of it. And failed of course. But she has made me a few great meals.
And if this isn't poetry and appropriate for this page, well thats just my bad story telling. I had been wondering for weeks what kind of person would invite attention with a suggestive bumper sticker like that and then.. life poetry. Her butt proved the sticker valid and her attitude welcomed comment. Refreshing in society where telling someone their hair looks nice today might get you charged for harassment.

 

It'll be fun my love, she said with a smile,
Shed been planning this now, for quite a while,
She pulled on her toy, so eager to please,
And ordered her partner, to his hands and knees,
Her rubber dick lubed, her man in position,
She felt she was ready, to take on this mission,
Pushed into his hole, she felt something pop,
As she slid it in deep, he cried out "please don't stop!"
She drew back once more, and slammed in again,
And he whimpered, a mixture of pleasure and pain,
She rode him like that, for what felt like an hour,
Showing him what she thought, when she heard "girl power",
He cried out again, this time in pure joy,
At the actions performed, by this little toy,
This toy hit them both, in all the right places,
Leaving sweat and slight smiles, on both of their faces,
With a cry of her own, she stopped in her tracks,
And motionless rode out, the waves of climax,
Just when he thought, the pegging would end,
She doubled her efforts, on his tight rear end,
With a quickening pace, his arrival was near,
And she grabbed his member, from under his rear,
With twitching and groaning, he let loose his seed,
Which the lady collected, all ready to feed,
She wiped her wet hand, all over his lips,
Making sure to collect, those final drips,
Both satisfied but tired, their energy spent,
They shared one cum-soaked kiss, and to sleep they went.

 

Let me tell you about perfection

I like the dust which experience coats people with on their road trip, I like the cuts and scrapes and bruises left by the falls and stumbles they have taken on the way.

Sometimes I have joined them for at least part of that journey, dressed their wounds and let them, without any shame, see my road dust covered face at the end of the day.

But let me tell you about my girlfriend .

She is always complaining about her weight, her soft tummy and the dozen or so other things that are 'wrong' with her body.

She has a scar the result of a childhood accident and she has scars which aren't the result of an accident.

Her Boobs aren't symetric, she has cellulite and spots and dinks and a small strawberry birthmark.

We dont agree on everything and sommetimes we argue.

She is emotional, ocasionally irationally so and sometimes argumentive.

But I love holding her hand on walks, I love our chats over coffee in the coffee shop on Sunday mornings.

I love how she looks, and feels.

The expression on her face when she cums.

I love when she comes home at the end of the day and I miss her even before she leaves.

I love her kisses and the feeling of holding her in my arms as we fall asleep.

Perfection is only ever the sum of our imperfections and our acceptance that it is those which makes us whole.

 

I used to have a landing strip, a closely trimmed, narrow strip of dark blonde hair which I always thought looked like an exclamation mark. I liked the way it looked, the way it seemed to fit my personality.

I was never a half measures kind of girl. Everything I did was an imperative, a declaration of some sort.

I shut the cubicle door and undid my pants, shuffling them down my legs as I leaned back against the flimsy restroom partion wall and pulled my panties down just enough to touch myself.

All afternoon I had been thinking about the two people whose fingers I would most like to feel inside me. I pushed a finger into my pussy, pulled it put to inspect the sticky wetness on my fingers and put them to my lips.

I thought about how his cock had tasted the last time we were together. The explosive force of his cum filling my mouth. It had taken me by surprise, I had coughed out what he had shot inside my mouth as He watched it fall in viscous threads from my lips, my hands, dripping on my pantyhose as I knelt before him.

I put my finger to my clit, moaned gently to myself, a shiver running through my body. I had needed to orgasm so badly I had snuck away from my desk and now stood in the restroom cubicle looking down at my strip, my panties shuffled down to my knees, my fingers pleasuring myself.

I pushed the ungracious way I had been unable to take him away and turned my thoughts to Her.

A memory floating back of my head between her legs, both hands parting her sex, my tongue probing the pink crevices of her soaking cunt. The memory of her tangy juices and the way she held my head, drawing me in, holding me there, demanding I make her orgasm.

She had ground herself gently against me, crying out in long soft moans of ecstasy. I remembered how I slipped my hands under her heavy ass and managed to left her toward me. The taste of her, intoxicating, her cries of pleasure so intense they drowned out everything until she could no longer bare my touch . Her legs collapsed out either side of her body, her clit to sensitive to, she had let out a final sigh her orgasm complete.

I shut my eyes feeling the cool of wall behind my bare ass, the pleasure growing inside me, I knew I was going to cum and get back to my desk before anyone missed me.

 

The last time we were together was naked on my bed.

I had positioned myself so as I could take him in my mouth, felt his strong hands stroking and caressing my body, weighing the heavyness of my breasts. I felt him measuring out the width and shape of my buttocks with the palm of his hand, estimating my hip to waist ratio with his fingertips.

He pulled my cheeks apart and pushed a finger into me, just below my tail and I yelped in surprise, in disappointment that this was the first time he had ever done that, in delight at how much it turned me on.

Suddenly he grabbed my hips like he might loose balance or that he was steadying himself lest he fall.

I felt it, that moment when it is too late to turn back, when your orgasm is about to throw you over the ledge. I wrapped my mouth around him once more and shut my eyes in surrender

All that pent up desire, all the anger and resentment he must have felt for me at that very moment exploded from his tip, flooding my mouth like an apology or an acceptance.

 

I can feel the warmth of her body pressed against me from behind
I can feel her breasts, soft against my back
She kisses my neck
Her hand reaches between my legs, unfolds the soft petals of my sex
Soft like velvet, Wet and slightly sticky from my desire
I gasp
Her fingers slip inside me
My eyes shut tight
I love you she whispers

 

Lying in the darkness I slipped my fingers into me. It was immediate, easy, no need for preamble, I had already had that. Moments before I had been sitting in the kitchen making love to an almost complete stranger, our two bodies embracing each other in the silence of the early morning as the rest of the house slept, repressing our moans but not our mutual desire.

I had pulled my panties to one side and was riding him, he had removed my top. I loved how he came, so suddenly so furiously, how he couldn't hold back. His cock literally exploding inside me, everything he had to give me filled me in that moment as he trembled and gasped the dying breath of his orgasm.

There alone in the darkness I felt the sticky slickness of my pussy, the traces of his semen still there to remind me, to take me back, to edge me closer once more to orgasm.

I loved how I felt post fuck, I pushed two fingers deep into my warmth remembering his stiff prick.

I thought about how I had wiped away the sticky introduction which had seeped from his Cockhead. I remembered how he tasted, kneeling before him I taken him in my mouth.

I thought about the look on my lovers face as I had reveled myself, pulling my panties to one side as I hovered precariously over his quivering cock.

I began fucking myself gently with my two fingers curved upwards in search.

My eyes shut tight, lost in memory, exhausted but needy for release I let out deep groan, long and guttural as my orgasm picked me up and dashed me against the rocks of my longing

After the storm had subsided I blinked into the darkness, felt the wetness of the sheet between my legs, listening out for any sign that I might have woken someone. I glanced around in expectation that someone might be there but there was no one, just the dark, the silence, the stillness.

When I opened my eyes again the sun was streaming through the window. I put my fingers between my thighs for proof it wasn't a dream.

I had no regrets, just the feeling something special had happened.

I would always remember it and when I did remember it would be with a smile on my face and a longing in my heart and the hope that he felt the same way too.