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17 Tuesday Oct 2017

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He lay thinking of his day
of her
remembering her in the garden
pruning roses
of the short dress riding up her thighs
of her panties clinging to her butt
he remembered hugging her tightly
as her breasts pressed hard into his chest
toward evening he noticed her slit
sitting flush in her panties centre
as her dress lifted briefly in the breeze

The children were reading next door in the cabin
aside the warm fireplace
embers crackling before burning into the night
her cheekbones nestled into his neck
I just want to sleep
she whispered softly
he stirred
not wanting to to make noise with the children nearby
before reaching across to find her gorgeous breasts
I just want to sleep
she repeated

He lay back
before thoughts of her breasts
her cheekbones
her neckline
her panties
thighs
butt and eyes
overtook him
he captivated and held onto the image of her slit
the vision of her panties
riding high into her tunnel

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Lowering his hand he kneaded out his cock
so long and rock hard
as if a steel bar had been inserted through his centre
opening his legs slightly
careful not to make a sound
he began thrusting back and forth
moving with heated pleasure
he had to let it out
he thrust his hand higher
up around his throbbing knob
it felt like a fire was burning through his veins
his torso was tight strong and firm
within moments her fingers massaged his balls
then wandered around his ass
he stroked even harder
along his massive pole
fingers strangling the length
as she gently massaged his hole

My cunts wet darling
she whispered in his ear
my cunt’s so wet darling
put it inside me dear
and with that he ripped her pants
further down her legs
before jumping high above her spread
then thrusting his heat inside
high inside her warmth
searching high within her walls
there it is
he said
as his pre-cum found her juice
wetting his burning passion
with his fire cutting loose
fuck you turn me on
she said
as he gushed and shot then moaned
squirting out his love for her
as if no one was home

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You just needed a hole for your cock she said
softly in his ear
whispering I’ve missed you darling
for the children not to hear
before opening her legs even wider
to take him one more time
enjoying his extra length
as he came once more inside
then laying upon his back
drowning in her scent
he smiled as another day with her
was another day well spent

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Janet

05 Sunday Mar 2017

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Soon the water turned from green to blue
as her eyes moved further out
repositioning her glasses
to see the tiny boat
ebbing then flowing toward the horizon
a slight wind attempted to lift the beach umbrella
as she angled her knees upward
repositioning her bikini bottom whilst the children swam
the children were practically adults now
yet they were still children to Janet
laughing and splashing at the water’s edge
as the sun gathered some heat to worry her legs
only her purple toenails sat outside the umbrella shade
yet she was still worried about burning in the heat
she had to worry about something
if it was not the children
or the fact she had so many unfinished chores at the house
it was worrying about how to fill her days
once they had all returned after the summer break
alone in that big old beach house
without Ranald
without anyone

Walking to the water’s edge her toes danced in the shallow surf
she felt the cool rush of white water splash up toward her ankles
the small surge as the ocean pulled the water further out
to leave her standing upon wet sand
in view of Marcia
as she played with her boyfriend Keith in the waves
as young Ian battled the white water closer to the shore
his arm signalling to her
today a swim was out of the question
she was tired
the water was too cold for her
and she needed a cigarette
returning to the umbrella for solace she sat upright
lighting another Marlboro before lying back down
her toes playing with the towel for warmth
Janet’s stomach was still taut
although a fold of skin wrapped over the top of her bikini bottom
another sign of age she mused
gravity was playing havoc with her hips
not to mention her thighs
as her size 10 figure still clung onto her past
only just
another crevice of skin appeared from below the bikini line
as she readjusted her bottoms to remove it from her vision
the bikini wax had been a good one she thought
though that was weeks ago now

Finally the children made the way back toward their towels
Camille lay hers out straight before falling flat
shaking her long auburn hair to one side as she gazed at Janet
Marcia and Keith held hands
as they always did
with Ian following Keith’s every move
as he always did
Poor little Ian,
Janet thought
oh to be the youngest
pushed and pulled through life at the behest of all before him
Yet he was loved,
she reconciled
handing out the chicken wraps and juice to her loved ones
Janet was pleased they were all together
well everyone bar Ranald

Later that night Janet sat on the balcony
the waves now stronger
crashing into the rocks below
the headland just a dark escarpment further out
she could hear Marcia and Keith laughing in bed
as the chimes met a gentle breeze
beyond the cigarettes newly found smoke
for some strange reason Janet felt aroused
perhaps it was mixture of contentment and relaxation
she gathered her sarong to cover her thong
adjusting her t-shirt to stretch out over her breasts
where her nipples were now hard
and erect in the night
the wine felt smooth
easy on her lips
Janet remembered back
to when Ranald had caressed her hips
then softly rubbed her thighs as he spoke with gentle tone
“I’ve always loved you’
he had whispered
her heart within his reach
Her bedroom lamp upstairs
shone red against the sheets
as Janet stretched her legs out
now massaging her feet
the night cream soothed her ankles
then gathered in her knees
as she proceeded to lather her thighs
the liquid spreading with ease
standing to remove her sarong
then laying her crimson thong down
pulling off her t-shirt
above the taut tanned brown
with her bra then removed
to expose her whitened breasts
she lay now flat in bed naked
to feed her tiredness with rest

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Yet her mind drifted back to a hotel room
not long after they’d first met
to when his firm stiff cock
had entered by the rear hole
she had whimpered at first in fright
before relaxing around his pole
before rubbing her long smooth slit
then fingering deep inside
as he thrust in then out
screaming with pleasure and pride
I always love fucking you
he said again and again
I’ll always want you near
he said softly
massaging her thighs once more
Janet now longed for the hotel room
as she decided to close her door
Reaching for the moisturiser
she covered her fingertips
then parted her short brunette mound
to slowly play with her clit
up then down she applied the cream
to wet the buttons face
opening her legs further
to give her fingers more space
with two fingers caressing her nipples
and another two deep in her slit
she began to push in somewhat harder
as a bead of moisture
appeared on her tit
her nipples were hard and erect
pleasing to her touch
her juice hole was now wide open
as her fingers disappeared in the brush
cum drenched and warm they explored
deep and high in her snatch
as she arched back to push them in further
to the upper walls of her gash

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Sliding and pushing them further
in further and further with length
lowering her second hand now
to rub at her clit with strength
as now three fingers entered
the lips of her hungry wet hole
stroking at her clits swollen head
dreaming of Ranald’s long pole
fucking her hole with a passion
rocking her gorgeous double bed
now with her knees lifting up on high
and her ass coming up from the sheet
Janet exploded with an orgasm
sending spasms from her sex to her feet
she writhed and gently moaned
continuing to play with her clit
returning her second hand back up
to softly massage her tit
before sucking her fingers with her lips
to smell her strong scent of cum
before throwing back her hair
to sit upright now upon her pulsating bum

With her robe now encircling her body
and her cigarettes firmly to hand
opening the doors to her balcony
she proceeded to the rail to stand
high above the surf
above her glorious beach
away from the children now sleeping
with the future within her reach
What would tomorrow bring?
she mused
would it bring moments that lightened her day
the palm trees swayed in the breeze
as her smoke slowly drifted further their way
Whatever tomorrow brings
she thought with a new found strength
I’ve loved every minute of today
I’ve loved being back in my skin
for the first time
in a long time
I’m me
now let the future begin

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Love

18 Saturday Feb 2017

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Birds sang out of step
occasioning a whistle
cattle foraged on forth
in touch with morning dew
a light breeze met tall trees
above his morning brew
as dogs howled in the distance
angling for their stew

 

 
The light soon met moving clouds
above the mountains beyond
before blue sky appeared
the night now all but gone
just as the papers pages
began to turn one on one
two small feet appeared
beneath his smiling son

 

Then as the sun shone forth
she suddenly glanced his way
reminding of the warmth
that greeted him each day
a weakness within his heart
echoed through to his spine
loving her so much
as fingers intertwine

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dreams

14 Friday Oct 2016

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you drifted out
then came back again
the same old smile
the same old friend

children now
aligned at the hip
husband too
a clever fit

but for you
as time sets in
are you now happy
and peaceful within

or do you still struggle
for what might have been
had the line been cast further
had the grass turned green

the heat burned your thongs
in the distance once again
watering afar
searching for your bent

or were you merely wandering
till evening fell once more
when you could finally escape
the mundane day to day
dreaming of a paradise
that never came your way

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Riding bikes

04 Tuesday Oct 2016

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I don’t want to ride with you anymore
I want to ride on the road with my friends,
he said
As I picked myself up from the floor
and carried myself solemnly back to the door

From the house I could hear children
laughing
riding their bikes
two and fro in the sun

Then alas
a crash
bike upon stick
child upon tar
bruises and a scar

Crying
I’m alright Dad,
he said
fighting back the tears
wanting me to hold him
but he wanted to be brave
he wanted to be a lad
without poor old Dad

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Christmas at Nans

07 Tuesday Jun 2016

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The window in the front room
spanning over acres of light
encompassing years of family
impaired only by a rather obtuse chip
Nan said the chip was the result of a rifle shot
Uncle Murray put it down to the mower’s stone

Outside galahs passed gently overhead
the farmers moved onward’s
over their crops of green
sprayers gave thirst to newborn plants
whilst over the river the township lay still

The church towering over the houses affront
the chairs inside they sang of tradition
of rich rural land filled with hard working souls
the piano played softly caressing the day

An easy southerly breeze overflowed the stockman’s seat
where sat the veranda
the old man and his dog
boots so proud they stood up on their own
bookshelves
music boxes
paintings of yesteryear

Freshly cut lawns
drew in the meandering trees
all the time above
kept cool by the fans
summer wouldn’t be summer
without Christmas at Nans

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day two in Thailand

02 Thursday Jun 2016

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the smell of food
dirt
the dirty canal
below the bridge
between the cement
two beggars
one arm less
women
tall and beautiful
hotel staff
sailing
old women
watching
staring into the past
unearthing the crevices in their faces
towering over the young
who smile
race
catch buses
and stare at us
eating beef and black bean stew
on day two

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say a prayer

30 Monday May 2016

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The little boy cried
bottom lip outstretched
he didn’t understand
could not but comprehend
nor could I
I wanted it all to end

Finances
muddles
pieces in between
what for all the bereft
stomped on by the mean
what for all the refugees
sailing endlessly
what for all the vilified
by the so called Christian faith

Say a prayer for tomorrow
for all those in between
give me an ounce of strength
to fight for all that’s true
help me sleep tonight
let me make it through
hold me close my sweetheart
say a prayer
for me and you

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eating quietly

20 Friday May 2016

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The photos leaned awkwardly
unable to stand up straight
her shower fell in gusts
distant toward the night
where flying foxes confused
the autumn evening chill
they needed to move north now
far from his lonely hill

The children sat eating quietly
attempting to read their books
as planes flew south
gently overhead
he could feel his body itching
anxious to get away
as she drew the shower curtain back
maybe now he’d stay

Her hair was washed and easy
sheltering her grin
flung open at uncertain intervals
dancing upon her skin
yet out within his night
the stars did swathe and sway
tempting him to enter
asking him to play

Should he move with the wind?
Or walk on back inside?
Meet the night time traffic?
Or forever lay still
and subside?
I think I’ll walk away
He said now to himself
the night time sky looks beautiful
I’ll keep it to myself

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autumn

17 Tuesday May 2016

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soon the sun awoke
behind our mountains sway
drawing the curtain
on another autumn day
warmth swallowed briefly
a cool change descending from above
as you signaled to me softly
in need of some love

perhaps our son had tripped
or misplaced his cozy rug
either way I was content
to fall within your gate
for tonight I needed your arms
wrapped around me til late

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