Sunday, 19 August 2018

ADULT OVER 18 ONLY Blow Me Down Erotic Nick Armbrister




JETTISONING LOWER GONDOLA!
In a Hamburg kink club they were getting it on
The German dom said JETTISONING LOWER GONDOLA!
And released his/her chastity belt to free his tackle
It was free for use and there were many willing folk
Anything went here in the club with no secrets told
There were engineers and hookers and politicians

His lower gondola was red, black and shiny
And it was thermonuclear powered to pack a bang
On the call JETTISONING LOWER GONDOLA!
All eyes were on the big red haired German
With the double fit of kit that was his/her tools
They were a fit for anyone and he/she was so into it

Right now the high energy tunes were playing
And he/she was dancing on the floor
With several scantily clad people who were cool
But not as cool as he/she who was the star attraction
With big alpha male dockers and a mixed horde
JETTISONING LOWER GONDOLA! and it started

On this cold Winter night by the docks in the kink club
JETTISONING LOWER GONDOLA! and the orgasms came
He/she was at it in plain sight using age old skills
To satisfy the clients and be satisfied in return
It was a stunning sight/event and unique each time
His/her tools were Nature's gift to heal the rift

Simply put this was EVOLUTION...



New York New York
The big black man sings all his bitches are coming
As he gyrates with the mic and a girl or three
They're all naked or partly and it adds to the joy
Round and round they go becoming nastier
To one another with more thrusts and grinds
Gyrating with the joy of erotic madness that is NY
For only in this part of New York does this happen
All of them do it rapping and bumping and so much more



Brain Girl
It was said with a murmur and a nod and a wink
The lady gave permission by those subtle hints
Of course there were others the guy couldn't pick up
He just wasn't aware of them with an inability to get it
She was a Uni Grad bird and full of brains and more
With her own language to get her way in bed
Three levels above the her lover and two above me
She was something else with ebony skin and black eyes
Her homeland could be New York or Africa or elsewhere
Some thought she was from New Zealand or Brazil
Most liked her and some wanted her while all respected her
Due to her simple honest use of language and her quiet way
To communicate with those gentle hints that made all the difference
It took a man of equal intelligence and honesty to interact
Very rarely was it equal such was her skills and capability
Her PHDs and linguistic skills were an example of her
As were her academic brains in the bedroom with her men
Here she was queen and always got her way no matter what
Craving and working towards total satisfaction and fulfillment
To state it simply she was fucking awesome inside and out and in bed




OVER 18 0NLY........Fire Extinguisher Man Erotic Stories Series Four by Jimmy Boom Semtex


Fire Extinguisher Man Erotic Stories Series Four by Jimmy Boom Semtex



Fire Extinguisher Man moved the sex toy gently in and out. Tina closed her blue eyes and thought sexy things. She remembered the sixteen year old lad she seduced the week before. Moving her hips, she became horny. The ex fireman eased the glass dildo slightly upwards so it hit her G-spot. Her cries were very erotic.
That's the right spot. This glass dildo is great for hitting the G-spot. And quite a work of art. Who'd of thought, a green glass sex toy? What will they invent next? Fire Extinguisher Man thought as he shafted Tina with the toy.
"That's right babe, enjoy the feeling."
"Oh yes, don't you dare stop," Tina whispered, in-between sighs. She was almost coming.

Dream Man Mind A Series of Dream Images in Words Nick Armbrister


Dream Man Mind

A Series of Dream Images in Words

Nick Armbrister




Oh what a dream vision. A million ghosts screamed at me all at once. Their joint voices a cacophony of sound and resonance that was so loud it was silent. I fell to me knees and wanted to pass out. Their sound was in my head. I started to fragment. It was all too much. They were sad alone mad insecure and more more more!

Round and round their voices and thoughts and feelings echoed like bullets.

I shouted with all my essence: 'BE FUCKING QUIET...'

They listened and silence descended.

'Tell me your story one by one. I have forever. I'm trapped in this place just like you.'

And so they did. They talked to me. One at once. A hundred million anxious angry lonely eager ghosts.

I would be here a while...

Dark Delectable Delicious Destructive - Poems For Goths, Gangsters and Other Mysterious Souls 20 Years of Nick Armbrister's Dark Poems


Dark Delectable Delicious Destructive -

Poems For Goths, Gangsters and Other Mysterious Souls

20 Years of Nick Armbrister's Dark Poems



Varied hours aren’t too bad.
In the cold light of day what stings
the most is knowing that
2 of my old work mates are dead,
out of 5 of us in the early/mid 90s,
on our department.
I’m not sentimental but that does touch
a nerve on the quieter moments.
Simply put,
this is life...
and I don’t agree with it,
no, not at all.

Nightly Events
I'm used to sleeping alone at night in my bed. No one there.
I'm used to being unloved and unwanted at night, feeling the touch of a bullet.
I'm used to being forlorn and forsaken, dead inside during dark hours. Inside and out. I'm used to having no lover to get wet and sweaty with, damn hot eroticism. Not in my bed or life.
I'm used to having no one hold me close when I need to be loved. Leaving me loveless and lifeless.
I'm used to not hearing precious words like, 'Nick, you mean the world to me and fill my life with joy. I'm so in love with you,' whispered under the covers.
I'm used to loneliness that cuts like a knife in the middle of the night. At times I have a blade.
Real darkness like aggravated anxiety making my heart beat irregular.
Debilitating depression floors my mind.
Engulfed by excesses of drinking, poor liver. No replacement for a lover.
I'm used to low quality gals who try to use me, good riddance bitches!
I'm so not used to you being here. Stay or go?

Zoos Comet
Her empty lies mean more than all the halls of silence.
We've been shafted, double penetrations are the worst.
Are they excited at where they'll wake up after committing suicide?
No more shit.
Metallic grey sparks on metal elements realigning.
A case of falling space objects.
In town they complained of the noise.
Damn rock could have flattened them.
The Theran dance goes on.
Cast out by the hand of fate.

Dawn and Dusk (for Anneke van Giersbergen)
In the dawn of silence,
a pattern of words falls exhaustively upon the shattered shards of sulphur,
on this end dawn.
It begins now,
an event of no significance.
Why is it remembered?
Who will be there to remember
if God doesn't exist to create people?
Who's to say anything happened at all?
You?
There was no event.