While Pepsi-Cola might hit the spot,
An aphrodisiac it is not.
But a rum and Coke,
Served up by a bloke,
Gains him access to the girl’s G-spot.

Maybe it was the chocolate. I don’t think it could been the Coke, even though he added rum to it, because we both drank it, two straws, so romantic, well, he was a poet, or so he said, though he didn’t look like one, not that I know what a poet looks like, but he looked more like a truck driver or maybe a telephone lineman or even a hit man, not that I know what any of those looks like, so maybe he was a poet. He said it was a special dark chocolate which his grandma from Germany gave him and he said don’t bite it, just let it melt in your mouth, and I tried not to bite it, but it was so hard, so I bit it, and there was this explosive flavor, maybe just a bit bitter—bit bitter—is that poet talk? I liked it, and then we shared the Coke, the rum and Coke, and the combination was really good, and I felt so smooth and relaxed, and we were sitting on his couch, and he was telling me about my breasts, about how nice they were, not too big and not too small, and it wouldn’t be fair to call them boobs or tits because they were too nice for that, and he had my top down, and he was caressing a nipple, just a nice soft touch, which felt really good, and all I could do was sort of sigh and feel good, and he was saying something about chinchillas, about how my breasts were like chinchillas, which I didn’t understand completely, but it didn’t matter, and his thumb kept touching, circling, and I kept sighing, and we sipped more of the drink, whatever it was,

and then I was nestled against him, and his cock was out, nice and big but not too big, and I thought chinchilla as my lips touched it, touched the smooth cap of it, and then it went in, just the head, and it felt good in my mouth, which felt kind of numb in a way but also tingly, and I used my tongue a little, small little licks, just the tip of my tongue, flicking, and I wouldn’t have minded if he’d come in my mouth then, for I sort of wanted to taste the flavor of him, of his cum, and I thought maybe it would be like the German chocolate, and there was a little seep, I think, or maybe it was my saliva, and I tried to think what a chinchilla looked like, like a rabbit, maybe, but without the long ears, and I was too sleepy to suck, but it was nice, having the head of his cock in my mouth, and maybe I did fall asleep, but then I was sitting on him, sitting on his cock, which was in me, and I wasn’t sure how it got there, how it got in me, but it was, and it felt good, so full, and he was rocking us, rocking us back and forth, and I squeezed, squeezed his cock with my cunt, and that felt good, so I did it again, and then again and again, and he kept rocking, and all of a sudden,

ohgod ohgod ohgod, like an explosion of I don’t know, ecstasy, and again and again, like five or six or seven explosions one after the other, and it had never been like that before, and I think he was coming in me too, and I kind of collapsed, and he held me, and I guess I fell asleep again. And now it’s dark and I’m not sure where I am and I have to pee.

Spiked sodas may get a girl into bed,
Or make her kneel nude as she gives head.
But location matters not.
Be it on floor, bed or Cott,
Into all her sex holes, cocks will be fed.

Poems by Ashley
Illustrations by Mat