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Posted, September 18: Elina's Hard Throbbing Archives. Includes pics!
Posted, September 8: Preview. Includes pics!
The in the interim, check out the first chapter of Daniel of Roddincountry.
Or be entertained by these erotic sonnets:
Panting and heaving, rock-hard and ready He pulls her hair, kisses her breast. "come on you fucking cunt!"...he steadies "I'm going to show you who's the best!" White with shock, she knows he's right She's definitely thinking, "Should I put up a fight?" Wrestling, each trying to get even They smash into the wall, scaring the cat If only for a moment, each glimpses heaven ---quickly lost, reaching for the bat She picks it up swinging, "No fucking way!" "I'll never be doing that!" He laughs, wiping sweat from his ass, "Smell this, you stupid shit---I like it crass." She laughs and says, "Go to fucking hell!" Pausing for just a moment she adds: "Kiss me though, you sure are swell."
You should have seen that fucking golden ass. was bobbing round while licking jessie's clit Methinks she hates the cock and loves the lass. not even zeus had seen this kind'a shit. When zeus gets hard, his godly lightning's lit. A sneaky peek at Jessie and bitch "A" the dildo couldn't get a tighter fit. he summoned rain to guard his 'lectric spray. with thunder booming, Bitch can't help but say "We surely need a man to hold us dear" and jessie muttered "you're an easy lay" and zeus said "Bitch and Jessie, Have no fear" I come to you as "Man with pair of dicks" now, come here, 'cause i need to get my fix.
His fingers travel firmly up her chest His thigh pushed forward pressing on her mound She tries to fight him but he does not rest Her full red lips his darting tongue has found Without intent her hand slips 'tween his thighs To find his cock is stiff without a hat She hadn't meant to get this far and sighs Last week it was his brother's turn at bat Oblivious, the passion in him swells She's thinking hard, did she take her last pill? His thoughts of love continue till she yells Put on a condom so we don't fall ill He panics, freezes, and stops to burgeon Our dear young boy is still a true virgin
Aaron Sonnet #1
when with his mighty key-strokes does he type, joe likes to have his strengthened right hand free, 'my writing makes me cum' he does decree, then needs to find a tissue with to wipe. his sonnets do live up to all the hype, and others have worse fetishes than he, cuz matty u does strange things with his pee and red sox-lover swallows more than tripe. like lovely sparrows do our contests fly like autumn does our season turn to death but always is it funny to speak smut so as to first place joseph says goodbye he says to matty U in the same breath 'you say my sonnet wins, I felch your what?'
Aaron Sonnet #2
A preface from the author:
the 'he' would be matty u, and the 'she' would be whatever fat chick he roofied on some specific college night...
you know, back when he experimented with girls.
He often has been shut out at the door. He takes whatever he can ever get. He does not know exactly what's in store. He really hopes his wetness is just sweat. She leads him from the frat with booty large. She feels his boner digging in her side. She does not think about her green discharge. She drops her jeans and welcomes him inside. He strokes it in the hole betwixt her legs. He pumps until his dick begins to sprout. He does not want his juice to reach her eggs. He pinches off and pulls his penis out. They say they cannot let the moment pass. They lube and he parks it inside her ass.
Grade B Sonnet #2
his balls do sweat enough to make the claim the man could bathe a thousand virgin girls he schemed to bring himself deserved fame they asked him, "can you lay a string of pearls?" "Director, little matt's a mighty flame. My semen sticks in lovely ladies' curls!" "You've got the job. we start on Tuesday morn." imagination filled with thoughts of puss, they used the razor to make him closely shorn. they nicked his dick. he screamed. he's labeled: wuss. "good god it hurts to make a bloody porn." he's starring now, so what is all the fuss? he didn't know it was a "fluids flick" he sweats until he's got a bluish dick.
Smiting your soul with a glance, I draw you Into the space between my consciousness. Suspenders drop - a zip, a clip; push through my empty threads. My hand beneath your dress you stumble into the wall. Feel me press your back, flattened, waist bent; pressure, slips down between your legs - my thighs push out... no stress... Relax and absorb me; body on ground, spirit in the sky higher with each sound of my breath behind your ear. Rapid heart beats harder, feel your muscles tense and drown out the moment anxious finding lost art.. Calm. You sink, no pain, your heart beats tricky. Shake my hand and thank me for the quicky!
The night is black the moon is high They lie there looking at the sky He says, “You’ve got the moon and I’ve got the rocket, your space-station's where I need to dock it.” He is no Romeo but tries his best He cops a good feel of her breast She says “Baby, don’t rush, stand up straight Don’t premature, just salivate.” Ten minutes later her jaw is numb She wonders when he’s going to come She wonders if stopping would make her a tease Since she’s already on her knees Just when she’s about to quit and go There’s satisfaction for her beau Minutes later she hears a snore There will be no chance for her to soar Because he’s done, his pilot light is out What used to be his sex appeal is now just a water spout.
Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, it matters not, V-games, foosball, drunkeness all the same, Bash sluts and hoes and slide it in the slot, Actions and words are real and yet a game. Accused the house stands of aping Maxim. Shouts Shunks, "My dick is ready, Necro-guy!" "I know," says Joe, and late pops in Greggum: "Twat did you say?" "Cunt hear you"'s Joe's reply. Set forth by MattyU is the decree, "This hole is mine, so all you stay away!" Damien laughs, and forthwith comes a plea - Cries Kari, clutching chest, "Et tu, Matt-tay?" Take any day of the long and hard week: One's eyes will bulge when in the Morgue they peek.
Among the blades of dewey grass we lay, Moistening the corners of thin slits. When we first met she joked that I was fey, But now she wonders if my dick will fit. She trembles but she strokes it faster now, Her skin makes perfect shapes that drive me mad What virgin could know so expertly how? I see my care erode for who she’s had. See, who’s the man but for the one inside her? None could match the satyr in my body – The feel of her warm tunnel my thoughts blur And every thought is crush’d as crush do we Rough winds may shake the darling buds of spring, But sonnets can’t convulse us like this thing.
Beside the topiary garden there is a cottage Where they tease each other with a bit of frottage Satin on sack, silk between the lips Lasciviously she rocks back and forth her hips Then an oyster dinner, his main vein is throbbing For the feel of it he spanks her . . . until she's bobbins Upon her cheek he gently rubs his tip Pulls her silken hair, grabs her inner thigh, kisses her on the lips Ensconced in flesh he thrusts and she begs for more He'll give it all to her upon the floor She calls his name, he'll take her that last mile Then flip her over again and do her doggy style She rocks her hips and begins to lay it on him thick While he thanks the lord for her sexy tricks It feels so good it will become tradition For them to fuck in each and every position He wets his tip with her good favors Almost sated each sweats under the sweet labor He slips her the tongue and curls it up while fucking She responds by wildly, lewdly bucking He heats it up and she is coming close To a most devine, complete rump roast She rubs him and kneads him 'til he busts a nut Then slaps a gold star upon his butt
Part I The train enters the station and I walk through the door In the seat in the corner, I've seen him before His black curly hair, his deep gray eyes Each day we nod and glance, but it's no surprise That we've never exchanged a word or greeting For us, silence is the essence of the meeting In the crowded car I sit, beside him thigh to thigh Over the din of wheels on tracks, I can almost hear him sigh For he knows what comes next, the part where my hand wanders Beyond his thigh and to his crotch, beneath his Metro, and he ponders "Which angle will she take today, up above or from below?" I unzip the fly and reach deep inside to prepare him for what I know Is coming next Lights flicker and momentary darkness falls In that flash I'm off the seat, down on my knees, staring at his balls My head tucked tight between morning paper and muscular legs My mouth encompasses its entirety and sucks, and he begs For me to take in even more, his hands urgently pull me in My hands reach round beneath his ass to take his taint for a spin With the train's vibrations through the tunnel I feel his rocking strengthen My tongue and cheeks and throat all know how best to make him lengthen And the taste of when he is done, as we burst forth into the light Of the next station, doors open and other passengers take flight I return to my seat beside him and we ride on as his spent cock goes flaccid His coworkers always wonder why he's always so placid In the morning Part II Rush hour crowd, standing, jammed tightly into the train The endless routine would be such a drain If it weren't for the dark stranger who stands behind Me, hand on my hips, he knows what I have in mind As he pushes me up against the center pole The train doors shut and the wheels begin to roll Faster and faster, his hand finds my crotch My throbbing clit shivers from the chill of his watch His other hand expertly wraps round to my breast Reaches beneath my shirt and caresses the great mounds of my chest The cadence picks up and vibrations get stronger My ass can feel his member get longer In anticipation of what comes next He lowers the seat of my pants, just the slightest bit Only enough room for his enormous cock to fit Past my thong, into my moist welcoming thighs He plunges into my depths and I close my eyes As that tingling sensation begins to spread From my crotch way up to my head His tongue nibbles slowly along the nape Of my neck, leaving me agape For at that moment I come, an explosion inside As does he, for I feel his spent member slide From beneath me back through his fly And I leave the station feeling spry In the evening
Little man in the Boat Where have you been, Little Man in the Boat? And what pleasures of Women have you taken note? “I’ve been between thighs of poor old Suzie Who twisted and writhed until I felt woozy. And then there was Robin who’d loosen her garter For me only on Fridays ‘cause no one would fuck her. And Kristen at first I thought to be spry, But she just sat upon me and I still don’t know why. And then there were Betty, and Britney and Johnny Who used me as a prop and thought it was funny. With Jill it was sex she did lack For her I started out white and finished out black. Oh yes, many a girl has rocked this Little Man in the Boat. But never has a girl managed to keep a float. For they rock it and rock it until they can take no more. And even once your mom yelled out to me, “Score!”
You see the letter, flip it over fast. It's got my name below "forever yours." The wetness comes from thoughts of letters past An instinct draws a hand between your legs You think of me; you're writhing on the floor. You scream in earnest: Fertilize my eggs! To quench your thirst, I sneak in through the door Your whimpers make me kiss your little ear A pleasure fills you to your very core It feels so good that I can hardly last You read my face and whimper "more, joe, more" You say "I haven't come that hard in years." And so it happens in your nightly dreams And now you really wonder what it means?
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