Sexflies
ã
Gaby Bila-Günther
We
didn’t fuck yet .I just lay there and he licks me. We were waiting for a drink;
he just fingers and fondles me. My underwear, around my knees, his sticky
fingers inside my crotch. One hand on the drink the other on his dick.
We
just got a drink, and then swayed madly towards the couch, kissing hard until
lips turned blue and scabby. In ecstasy we roll around on top of each other,
pressing our breaths, his hands gripping and squeezing my hard nipples, oozing
out of them delight. My hand, busy on his crotch, rubs his zip. The other hand
embraces a drink while pelvises crash into one another. Spellbound, with eyes
closed, tongue rubbing his teeth, licking his pleasure and tasting the last of
his beer drops. His fist rushes down under my skirt, my knee against his balls,
what are we doing here? My frame leans against spilt drinks, hands ice-skating
on the surface of the bar, lips touching his eyes, ears and mouth.
People
underneath talking shop like bar flies. After a quickie he finishes his shift
and drifts towards my bra, undoes it and opens up a whole world of flesh. Skimpy
summer dress goes up around the waist. The g-string hopelessly loses its weight
and drops to the ground, and with sticky manners leaves us alone. Legs leave the
floor to embrace his waist. Hands rush out of pockets to greet firm buttocks and
the pussy’s wet every time.
Don’t
waste your time play that panty love against the jocks. Don’t cocktease but
please!
Put
out and shout: do you spit or do you swallow? Do you gag or do you drop?
He lays on the heaved floor, his dick flops his alcohol from side to side. From down there he can watch the pussy grow. You spread a little wider so he can have a better look. When does he want his golden shower? His hand reaches your beef curtains and he has a feel of the inflated lips. You moan because it feels so good, you bite your tongue because you’re on the verge of dropping your load and then he hollows: when are you going to suck my dick? Do you spit or do you swallow? After I lick you do you think you can blow me? Do you want to smell your pussy juice? He smudges pussy juice all over his lips. He will wear you forever. Your fist pushes against his anus. After you have to wash your hands. Do you really have to? You promise sexy stockings and crotchless undies, the liquorice flavoured ones and stripper shoes. He putts dry lips; he seems pleased and licks your pussy juice off his middle finger. He’ll remember you forever.
A
catwalk was started by a pack of dogs
We
bite and ash on people’s heads
We
become the yes people, easy prey
Until
the next morning with my sore and sorry ass
Give
me a drink and I’m all yours
The
reason for your being there
Is
forgetting faster still
But
slower than me kicking you out
Wondering
why it was you
Give
me a bottle and I’m all yours
Take
me home, take me to bed
Take
my pants off, wank me off
Then
I can’t come, coz I’m too weak,
I
can only pee.
Show
me you business card Mr Professional
What
are you doing at this pub
Tell
me… how fucked up your life is!
No,
we’re not going camping
To
whip your sorry ass and tie up your hairy balls
No
matter how good your drugs are
You
small dicked-fatso Professional
Take
your fetish somewhere else!!!
I’m
not gonna follow your six pack
And
get a sorry fuck
I’m
not gonna take it up the arse
To
make myself a sandwich
I’m
not gonna talk to you any more
Cause
I don’t like your stupid face
I’m
not gonna be your fantasy
And
get your hand off my precious butt
Butt
man
Long
Dong (
Weener
(
Mary’s
Inlet (
Bobbin
Head (
Mount
Titlis (
Blow
Hard (
Sexbierum
(
Reamstown
(Pennyslvania
Lickdale
(Pennyslvania USA)
Petting
(Germany)
Mount
Mee (
Titting
(
Yocumtown
(Pennyslvania, USA)
Fugit
(Kentucky USA)
Big
Cockup and Little Cockup (
Cocktown
(
Sally’s
Gap (
Black
Tilicum
(
Cockburn
(
Dyckesville
(Wisconsin
Ballville
(Ohio USA)
Mt
Buggery (Australia)
Twatt
(UK)
Muff
(Ireland)
Licking
Valley (USA)
Fukum
(Yemen)
Climax Springs (USA)
Wankie (Zimbabwe)
Zipdown
(
collected
by Gaby Bila-Günther, 2005
Love
is not a gift from god!!!
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Gaby Bila-Günther & David Hornblow
She
was sunburnt, he took his clothes off
She
spoke softly, he just took his clothes off
She
rolled her R’s with pleasure, he ran away from his words
She
smoked his cigarettes, he waited for her ash to fall
She
met him at the corner, he came with friends
She
looked cheap, he wanted lust
She
nodded, he swept her away
She
couldn’t believe his luck to have her, he didn’t seem to notice
She
rubbed her hands in disbelief, he rubbed his with joy
She
wondered when she should begin, he waited for her to start
She
bathed him in oil, he perked up
She
tugged the sheets, he jumped straight in
She
switched the light off with her eyes, he was already in the dark
She
couldn’t face his manhood, he tugged her nipples
She
moaned with pleasure, he was out of control
She
was tender, he was soft
She
was the first one to go under, he looked at the ceiling
She
looked out the window, he went through the roof
She
rolled her tears back, he licked her lips
She
trembled with confusion, he whirled her over
She
strangled the bedposts with her hands, he tied a knot around her waist with his
She
felt his sweat trickle between her ribs, he was looking for her love handles,
She
shut her eyes, he could hear himself come
She
was breathing fast, he didn’t satisfy her
She
was grunting, he thought it was another moan
She
lay on her back breathing hard he picked loose hair off sticky skin
She
wanted a drink, he started a cigarette
She
stood in the kitchen, eyes blank, mind racing, he wipes snot on the mattress
She
stands at the door, he smiles like a boy
She
offers him water, he says no and licks dry lips
She
moves toward the bed he lifts the sheet like a scab
She
feels warmth he feels hot
She
reaches out her hands he pulls himself together
She
tries again he tries again
She
has lost a limb he has found his feet
She
is making an effort he is thinking about coffee
She
is bent over backwards he is using his elbows
She
is miles away he is at the tips of her fingers
She
has removed him he is bliss
So
is she
ã
Gaby Bila-Guenther & David Hornblow
Miss
Crystal Bell
What
do you want?
I
will get your rocks off,
Whips
and Cream?
Chains,
leather or straps
Bottoms
spanked
Feet
tied to your hands
Knots
in your mouth
Ropes
down your throat
You
wanna be a gimp in my cage
Or
inside your family’s cupboard
What
do you want?
I
can get your rocks off
Pyro…and
sextechniques
I
can blow out candles with one shakes of a whip
Fire
balls twirled around your eyes
Do
you want to sit on the Throne of Pain?
Gag
on my fists
Spanked
from below?
Wax
on your nipples
A
rubber duck in your mouth?
Shit
on your face?
Sniffing
panty galore?
Suck
on my toes, slave
You
are nothing but scum
You’ve
been a very naughty boy today
How
many workers did you retrench
From your executives stench
How
many junkies shot up in the ,midst of crimes
How
many drivers didn’t pay their parking fines?
How
many whores did you convict?
How
many whores did you handcuffed today?
From
your all mighty judges corner
You
are nothing but shit and you are my slave.
Go
home but don’t make love to your wife
Keep
her dry for at least one week
But
makes sure your next pay will lay in my tray
As
I am an expensive slut and you are my cheap boy today
And
you can put your badge and gun away
Cos
here I am in charge.