Forbidden Fruit
My first go at writing erotic poetry. I really enjoyed writing it, and hope you receive pleasure while reading!
Forbidden Fruit
Our erotic and dirty fantasies are mine and his to share.
We love to talk about scenarios of things we usually wouldn’t dare. 
Fantasize together about what we hope to soon pursue,
This gets us excited, and quickly our conversation becomes taboo.
As we whisper to each other, our imagination gains momentum and soon begins to fly;
Dirty, naughty thoughts make us drift to erotic places we can’t escape or deny.
Where we travel to, is normally not planned, as we like to create as we go.
The thrill of what one decides for pleasure is kinkier when the other doesn’t know.
It’s a thrill and a rush when the talk turns into something super bad,
Excitement cooks into desire as we act out what we wish we had…
We talk about a porn star showing up with her kitty soaking thru her panties made of lace.
My mouth begins to water as I spread her legs indulging in her sweet taste.
I start feeling my pussy get warm and throb while I slide my tongue across her swollen clit,
She moans and ferociously pulls my pussy to her mouth as she makes mine a place to sit.
We 69 and please each other while my husband stares at us, making his dick shoot up fast and proud,
I demand him to shove it in her pussy so I can watch like a thirsty bloodhound.
I tell him to pull it out after a few strokes so I can suck her juices off his amazing cock;
Then I put him back inside her making her kitty grip tight like a lock.
He fucks her hard on top of me while I lick her juices off his balls and crack,
Soon he decides to pull out so I can suck it and enjoy him as my snack.
After hubby is all cleaned up we lock eyes,
Once again, I see his dick get hard and nature rise.
We both look over at the shadow sitting across the room,
Stroking his cock, praying he won’t come too soon…
The boy stands up from where he had been lusting on the couch waiting for an invite,
We motion for him to join in, and he steps into the light.
I get on all fours and shove his cock deep into my mouth,
Then my husband teases me with his tongue from north to south.
I scream, “Baby, I need you deep inside me right fucking now”
So he slides himself inside me, making my eyes roll back, as I thank god and mumble “Wow”
As he pounds in and out of paradise, our freaky lil porn star slides under us and starts kissing my clit,
His eyes rolled back, as our porn star drags her tongue from my pussy to his dick.
I get excited and suck down on the cock I have in my face, making him scream “I’m about to cum”,
Causing a chain reaction, my husband blows his load in me while I suck our new friend's dick til he stutters “I’m done.”
Then together our guests shove their faces down between my thighs,
They lick, suck, and clean me up, taking me by surprise.
All cleaned up, I grab my strap and slide it onto my hips,
Then flip ms thang over and slide it in between her lips;
As the men watch me long stoke her soaking wet pussy nice and slow,
They try to hide their excitement, but they can’t hide it, as once again their dicks began to grow…
I pull out and tell her to get on all fours so I can fuck her doggy style;
I slide back in her and she starts moaning and yells, “god damn, you’re driving me wild!”
Faster and faster, I start to pound her kitty hard, “clap, clap, clap…”
As she starts to moan, I pull her hair and give her ass a slap, slap, slap.
“Holy fucking shit, please don’t stop, baby girl you’re the best”
She cums so hard, I pull out, and she collapses onto the bed, in dire need of rest.
I glance over at my husband's throbbing dick and again my pussy starts to cream;
Suddenly, our alarm goes off, making us wake up and discover it was all just a dream.
By Nicole Poston
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Nicole Poston
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Hey Nicole, I'm so sorry but I wasn't able to read this. I have sexual trauma so I cannot handle sexually explicit stuff. But I usually give it a go first to test the waters but I couldn't proceed with yours. I'm so sorry and I hope you understand 🥺
Wow!