When I think about it this one is a tad bit odd.
When I first laid eyes on her I was struck by awe.
I went to her for self improvement and a pain in my chest but more importantly she's a female therapist, her specialty is sex.
As our sessions went on I learned about her family and past.
Her drugs of choice and about her man.
White 501s, blue Lulu shirt, white leather chucks.
Fendi stilettos, black skirt, white blouse...a foundation lust.
No charge for office visits all I pay is attention.
I show up, we drop some Oxy's and it's straight to the sexin.
Her nails in my back, this pleasure so vast...grinding slow, our hearts beating fast.
She loves it when she reaches climax I grip my hands on her throat.
How I ravage her while her skirts on and no one knows.
I pull her hair, rip her hose and move her panties to the side.
No better feeling than when I see her and I'm INSIDE.
Shes my secret partner, we have an understanding.
She wants me twice a week, she's not that demanding.
Old habits die hard, it's the truth I guess.
Like WriteBeLight said, "Be carful what you wish."
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Author:
Willy Beeman (
Offline) - Published: January 1st, 2017 16:37
- Category: Erotic
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Tis Tis Willy telling tales of school?
I enjoyed your poem I found it very cool! ww
Much appreciated WW.
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Wow! Never thought I would be mentioned in such a sexy poem!
Your words from another one of my pieces popped up as I was writing this one. It's like The Eagles said, "we are all just prisoners here, of our own device."
Even my therapist, married and all is no different. I saw her as a giant challenge and it's an ongoing "understanding" for 4 years now. I'm curious about who is helping who?
That is the perfect question in your story. Thanks so much for including me. Your work is a nice change to read. It is like an excellent romance novel. I think it would make a great TV series. Do not see many shows from this point of view. And, the Hotel California lyrics relate perfectly to this story...:)
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