Chapter 43

On a time, hurricanes were only called ‘her’.
For days forceful, female floods would occur.
They blew so fierce and wet,
Working up quite a sweat.
But in the storm’s eye, pussies would purr.

From https://storiesonline.net/s/27079/hurricane-sandy

A gentleman and Amanda walked into a bar.
She was horny, but hadn’t climaxed so far.
But hoisted on his
Hard, throbbing penis,
Amanda had orgasms like a porn super star.

But she wanted to have a hot threesome
And include a sad man who needed some
Hard, wet clit to lick,
Which stiffened his dick,
Which she sucked off, then swallowed his cum.

From https://storiesonline.net/s/14992/the-sad-man

Lisa’s sexy words and come-on ploy
Would entice any horny schoolboy.
Her pussy pre-cum
On her naked bum,
Was an invitation to play playboy.

From https://storiesonline.net/s/17324/testing-one-two-more

With wisdom, we must ask ‘How Art Thou?’
It’s in wonder, within the here and now,
We ascertain the origin
Of that which we imagine.
For to our inner-Art self we must bow.

That is why this artist gets to her knees.
Both creator and subject she must please.
Truth only comes
As each one comes.
Such Art rendering demands a reprise.

From https://storiesonline.net/s/27094/the-essence-of-art

It was a touching tail, to be sure,
For a young girl, virginal and pure,
To Sir was indentured.
Therefore she’d ventured
Into novel ways which led to pleasure.

A romantic adventure she took
By reading out loud lines in a book.
The words became deeds
Which sated her needs.
At the climax, her whole body shook.

From https://storiesonline.net/s/27105/adventures-in-reading

Although prime lumber is hard, you just have to do the math

Although the weather outside was frightful,
A math game Cassie played was delightful.
She said, “No matter how deep the snow,
Nils, your cock’s seven inches. And so,
“Let me blow, let me blow, let me blow!”

From https://storiesonline.net/s/23964/other-stuff