Sunday, January 27, 2008

Woman's Life

Woman’s life

I am a young maiden
Full of excitement and yearning
Opening my heart to all who come calling
A future bright, so much to learn
I am a maiden forever only adding to life

I am a young mother
Belly growing, infant kicking
Breasts full of milk, suckling babe
I am a mother forever that will not change

Grand mother now, crone I am called
My children are grown, gone from my home
Their children now come to me at my call
In the palms of my hands I offer sweet love
I am a mother forever that will not change

Maiden in youth, mother to be, crone in good time
I am all these you see, all at one time
In me they reside, offering love, adding to life
A maiden untried, a mother so young
Now grandmother to those that I love
I am all of these forever that will not change

Friday, January 25, 2008

Drummer's Soul

Drummer’s soul by Saroya Poirier

The soul of the drum
Lives in the hands of the drummer
The strength of fingers, caress of the hand
The sound resonates in the heart of his dancer
Chest rising and falling with staccato beat
Small tight pelvic thrusts as her body shifts slowly side to side
His rhythm strong, her body reacts to the stroke of his hands
Her butt twitches, clenches, thrusts with each dum tek
The speed of her movement dictated by the drum
Her diaphragm makes quick small flutters, breathing shallow,
She is lost in a trance hearing only the drum
Sweat running between her beasts
She is the drum, yours to command
She only responds to the dum tek- tek tek dum
You lead her body in movement
She follows in passion
Drum my lord, drum
She dances only for you

Tuesday, January 22, 2008

Handmaiden's Gift

By, T. A. Mennie aka Saroya

Handmaiden’s Gift

They descend on the wind
Laughter upon a gentle breeze
Moving amidst the trees
Bodies moving with grace and ease.
They are the handmaiden’s of the Goddess

Enter their realm, the portal is open
Take the hand offered, warm arms, gentle kisses
They shall caress your sprit, bring you to your knees
Your desires shall be theirs, your needs be satisfied

Passion and desire is their gift, to ease a tortured soul
Be not hesitant; fear not this magic night.
Do so quickly before Goddess’ breath is heard
Upon the winds of dawn, calling her maidens home again,
For the magic will be gone.

Friday, January 18, 2008


Without dreams I am lost, alone, unfulfilled
In dreams I am whole, alive, loved
I walk in beauty, strong, agile
In dreams I am magic, desired, touched
Wanted by all, desired by many
In dreams I am the goddess
She who gives love, pleasure, warmth
In dreams I dream of you

Wednesday, January 16, 2008

I met him on the Internet Erotic fiction xxx

I met him on the Internet. I know, before you say anything at all, I shouldn't have.
But when the chance came to meet him in person I couldn't say no.
Don't tell me I am too old for this, I don't care. So just keep your opinions to yourself.
Oh alright, so that isn't true, I do care. But I really need you to understand.
This is my life after all and this is something I wanted to do.

I haven't had sex in longer then I can remember and I want sex before I croak. Hell at this rate I will be a virgin again. Besides, if you were me and waited this long for the kind of sex you always dreamed of, you'd have gone anywhere to get it too. I even gave him an out, if he found he didn't really want to do me, I would just be a tourist for a few days.

So now here I sit, astride this beast of a man, sweat running down my back, the hair around my face damp against my cheek. I lean forward, my hands on his chest, gasping for a breath. I plant a kiss on his lips, nipping at his bottom lip, tugging. Looking into his eyes with a, the devil made me do it, smile on my face. Laughing, all the while squeezing his erection. Relaxing, squeezing and griping as tight as I can. That Kegle exerciser came in handy, that and a lot of hard shimmies. Another small laugh escapes my lips.

“Are you alright?” “Did I hurt you?” My eyes scan his chest. I slide my hand across to wipe the blood away. My nails have scratched deeply during my wild ride upon his body. His smile says it all. His chest rumbles as he growls.

“Will you release me now,” he asks, looking at the ropes binding his wrists.

“Not yet, I am not finished yet,” smiling as I say this.
“I like having you inside me while I use your body to masturbate.” My hips start sliding forward and back, slow at first then as fast as I can. Hip joints aching from being in this position for too long. Head thrown back, my chest heaving, all I can think about is how it feels, nothing else seems to matter, all the while his cock beats back and forth inside me. Holding my rhythm I haven't been careful and his cock slips out of me with a snap. I cry out and quickly guide him back inside. A small sigh, a low moan escapes my throat, biting my lip as I change direction, making small circles with my hips. “I'm sorry; I didn't mean that to happen. I hope I didn't hurt you.” He grunts, adjusting his hips, so he is in the right position to help.

“It happens, I will be fine.”
“I want you to tell me,” He asks, “what does it feel like when you come.” Pushing his hips a little higher, so his cock is buried deeper inside me.

“What?” I let out a low moan followed by a sharp intake of breath. “Now” I groan, “you want to know this now.” I can't help but whimper at his demand. I feel the beginnings of my climax; I want only to think about that. If I lose concentration now I will lose the climax. Goddess help me, but I need this, need it bad. To have a real man inside of me, not some rubber vibrator from that lovers store. He is a real, live, a solid man. Strong, with strange tastes in sex, a dream come true. At least MY dream come true.

He laughs, “yes right now, while it is happening. Tell me.”

“No” I plead, “not now,” this said with a deep body writhing moan.

“Yes” he demands as he grabs my hips. Startled, I realize he isn’t tied to the bed any longer.

“How” I stuttered, “how did you get lose?” Ragged breaths escape as I try to focus on him.
Laughing, “You don't tie a rope very well; I have been loose for quite a while.”

He reaches up and squeezes my breast. “Now” he says, “tell me.” He squeezes harder, a look in his eyes that brooks no refusal. I wince, I want this, but no one has ever done this to me before. I don’t know if I can take it. A deep moan starts moving up though my body and that icy spot deep inside me gathers strength.
“Talk” he demands again. I can barely but two words together and the man wants me to talk. My legs are starting to shake, even in this position.

“It’s cold at the very center, so cold” another ragged breath escapes. “It starts to radiate” I hold my breath.

“Go on” he says. More whimpers, who would have thought I would whimper.

“It is starting to spread out, ah, ah,” a long moan, I hang on to his chest as if I would fall off if I let go.

“More tell me more,” he reaches up and grabs a hand full of my hair and pulls. My body shakes with my breathing.

“It,” I am panting now. “It slowly radiates out, to all parts of my body.”
“Oh I’m coming, now” I groan.

“Tell me” he says fiercely, his voice goes deeper, “Tell me.”

“I tingle; I tingle all over,” more moaning, “from the roots of my hair all the way down my spine. My skin gets sensitive to the touch.”
“AH, ah, oh,” I collapse onto his chest. The feel of his skin and scent of his body is intoxicating.
The next thing I know I am laying on my back and he is on top of me, pounding away between my legs.

“You want this” he says.

“Yes, oh yes,” I respond. “Harder, come into me harder.” He increases the strength of each thrust.

“Oh, oh goddess I am coming again.”
This time I scream, “Don’t stop, don’t stop”.
I hear him laugh, that deep rumbling laugh.

“I won’t stop,” he pants, “when I am finished with you, you won’t be able to walk for a while.” At that he growls, staring into my eyes. I can feel the strength of him. Then he increases the speed of each hard thrust.

“It hurts, it hurts”. I writhe under him. Years of dancing has kept me limber. But it has been more years then I remember since I felt like this.

“Do you want me to stop” he asks, never breaking stride.

I almost scream the words, “NO, don’t’ stop”.

“Are you sure,” he isn’t stopping but he wants to be sure this is what I really want. I manage a wry smile. My body undulating and I can’t stop the moans produced by the pleasure of his body, the feel of his skin. Both my arms are around him. Finger nails digging into his back.

“Don’t stop, it hurts, but it hurts so good.” I manage to say this as I move my cheek against his shoulder. I haven’t had a man care about my pleasure in so long I can’t believe what is happening. If this is a dream, please don’t let it stop. Every inch of his body sings against my skin. It is magical, fantastic, oh goddess I am coming again. At this rate I am going to set a record for myself.

So again, here I am, having sex with a man I met over the internet. Just fantasizing about this guy got me hot. How could I refuse to come here? I ask you, how could I refuse? There is only one down side of fantasy, what if it really is all in my mind?

I don't know at this point what will stay and what will go, if it is finished, or is there is more.

Saroya Poirier

Saturday, January 12, 2008

sex magic

She had fallen asleep in this dark warm place, curled up waiting, for him.
She feels vibrations as something moves though the house, it is him.
She licks her lips and tastes him on the moving air.
Magic came in the night, she has changed, She is different.
She waits, breathing, her tongue slides out from between full lips,
She can taste him coming toward her.
Smiling she lies still, no movement, only the rise and fall of her breathing betrays her presence.
He moves closer. She tastes him on her tongue.
She waits.
He sits in his chair, his feet slide under the desk.
He knows she is there, he is unconcerned.
Only she knows she is different, only she knows a change has come.
He slides one foot closer to her face,
The tip of her tongue slides out from between her lips gliding across his toes.
He doesn't react, yet. He is writing again, his concentration unbroken.
She reaches toward his ankle, letting new fingers slide over his warm flesh.
It is different to feel him this way, in the way of humans.
A hiss escapes from between her teeth, even that feels different to her.
He goes still as realization comes to him. Disbelief, a thrill rides his skin.
Her arm twines round his leg, her fingers touch the back of his knee.
She is nipping, tasting with lips and tongue as she moves from ankle to knee.
She reaches out her other hand to caresses his other leg, dragging her sharp nails slowly up and down his muscled calf.
She likes this; it is so different then when he holds her, allowing her to coil round his body.
Reaching his inner thigh, exploring with lips, tasting him with her tongue,
Her hands push at his knees forcing his legs open.
She feels something hard against her cheek turning she takes him into her mouth.
With lidless eyes she looks up to see him looking at her, startled, pleasure upon his face.
She swallows him, takes all of him, with tongue and teeth. Using muscles humans don't have.
His eyes close against his will. His breath catches in this throat; he grips the chair, strains against the pull of her mouth.

Is he still asleep? His chest expands with shallow breaths, is he awake? He only knows this dream seems real, so real. If he is not awake, let this dream not end, let her be real.

His eyes fly open, his sheets are wet, that dream again. Rolling out of bed he goes to his desk, there she is, still coiled next to the vent, still sleeping. It was so real; he laughs at himself, turns heading back to the bedroom. She raises her head flicks her tongue as he walks away, a strange sound comes from under the desk, he stops, turns, did she just laugh?