Shakin' It in a Rocker
by Mat Twassel
Copyright© 2024 by Mat Twassel
Poem Sex Story: Eager for Daniel's vist, Emily plans to meet him in a Shaker style rocking chair. Illustrated.
Caution: This Poem Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Fiction Illustrated .
Emily was thrilled about Daniel’s
next visit, though business claimed
ten of his twenty hour stay, Em had
a great idea to provide a mid-day
pleasure break ... a Wednesday, hump-day
pause at the Shaker Designs Museum.
Daniel and Emily loved the graceful
proportion of the functional sculpture
Shaker Designs called furniture, they
vowed they would someday have
a Shaker rocking chair in their home,
today Emily was going to show Daniel
how that rocker inspired creative fucking.
Emily had spent hours doing observation,
researching the Museum’s summer hours,
getting to know the staff, checking the traffic
pattern of visitors ... now she knew the perfect
time and place to prove to Daniel a Shaker
rocking chair might be the best unpowered,
multi-function, sex accessory ... all she needed
was a towel and thirty uninterrupted minutes.
Emily sent Daniel a text with the time and GPS
coordinates to meet her for a quickie lunch
surprise ... Daniel was consumed with hunger
at the sight of his bare naked Em kneeling
on the seat of the Shaker rocking chair,
twerking her sumptuous ass in slow circles,
waiting impatiently for Daniel to start fucking.
Daniel was momentarily immobile ... then two quick strides,
a yank on his pants and Emily welcomed him home,
he rocked her back and forth, guided his thick cock
in and out, hands grasping her hips he swiveled them
round and round, angle of entry and exit constantly
changing, rubbing and stretching, pummeling
every juicy hot spot in her tasty petite pussy.
The surprise sexual adventure with Emily inspired
Daniel to make an enthusiastic and creative
presentation that impressed and persuaded the client
to sign the biggest contract his firm ever received...
Daniel promised to order the Shaker rocking chair
for Em before he flew back home.
Poem by Auguste Hand
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