Chapter 39

“Maybe later you could write a poem about it,” Naomi suggested.

Auguste thought about it for a while, analyzed his dream, and finally came up with this limerick poem:

I find I must blush when I am telling
How my dream led to my cock’s swelling.
‘Sock’ represented ‘Cock’,
And likewise meant “Suck’.
I’m so ashamed of my silly misspelling.

From https://storiesonline.net/s/26571/sock-it-to-me

His Front End Device, called FED,
Was growing hard a turning red
In her Rear End Device,
Which felt so very nice,
That by his FED her mouth was fed.

From https://storiesonline.net/s/26583/fred-by-mat-twassel

She offered her honor.
He honored her offer.
And the whole night through,
It was on her and off her...

From https://storiesonline.net/s/26597/the-princess-and-the-pea

Snow Angel, naked and pure,
So submissive and demure,
With such a warm heart
And legs spread apart,
She’s cool! And flaky, for sure.

From https://storiesonline.net/s/26607/snow

A cream-filled crepe or a custard eclair,
Are sweet desserts that you’ll want to share.
And you know it’ll taste great
If the filling’s ejaculate.
But like Alina and Vika, you must be bare.

From https://storiesonline.net/s/26632/coffee-and-cream-filled-crepe

Nils was fondling Nicole’s bare breast
While his cock made her orgasms crest.
It was a wonderful sensation,
Like an avalanche inundation.
She reached the summit of Mount Never Rest!

From https://storiesonline.net/s/26644/avalanche-by-mat-twassel