Poems by Ashley
Copyright© 2024 by Mat Twassel
Chapter 37
Poem Sex Story: Chapter 37 - Poems by Ashley which appeared as comments to my stories. Each chapter includes about a dozen poems as well as my original illustrations. Illustrated.
Caution: This Poem Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Mult Fiction Illustrated
To escape a windy, wet thunderstorm,
Maid Marian ducked into a frat dorm.
She heard Little John gripe
Because he couldn’t type.
Seems his fingers were larger than norm.
However, Maid Marian quickly surmised
More than his fingers were oversized.
Marian became his typist.
Using fingers and fist,
John wasn’t little, she soon realized.
His cock was thick, huge and still growing.
Now, its increased size was likely owing
To her two-fisted pumping
And double-palm humping.
But she sure would, for rest, be cock blowing.
From https://storiesonline.net/s/26423/the-bigger-they-are
Laura had known that Mat was very vexed.
She could see by his laundromat phone-text,
That no matter how hard he tried
Their bed sheet hadn’t yet dried.
To cheer him up, Laura knew what to do next.
When, at last, Mat returned with the dry sheet,
He knew Laura had made him a special treat.
But her fresh-baked cookies
Proved to be only a tease.
He soon found something much sweeter to eat.
Lying nude on their bed, Laura displayed
Seven chocolate cookie kisses arrayed
To show him the way
Where his tongue may play
Naught games between her legs widely splayed.
Now, the moral of Mat’s story might be this:
Cleanliness can be next to ecstatic bliss.
You begin on a clean sheet.
Then cookies and pussy eat.
But as to crumby sex, give that one a miss!
From https://storiesonline.net/s/26430/christmas-cookies
With loneliness, truck drivers must cope.
They think positive, relying on hope.
Days and nights on the road
Is a heavy mental load,
Where thoughts balance on a tightrope.
Diners can be a trucker’s sanctuary,
Where, over coffee, his musings may carry
Him into a day-dream
Where his passes seem
To have a chance, just like a Hail Mary.
From https://storiesonline.net/s/26439/toast
The bead stick’s flavor may have been incumbent
On the blending and thus cumulative scent
Of the bread stick’s baker’s yeast
And Lisa’s vaginal yeast.
Take it cum grano salis. For that’s not evident.
From https://storiesonline.net/s/26443/things-with-cum-in-them
When it comes to rewarding good deeds,
Laura knows exactly what Mat needs.
Following his train of thought,
She strikes a pose wearing naught.
And both he and she knew where that leads.
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