IAN
AND ABBY GO SWINGING
Abby
went into town to get a pizza for Ian and her. She bumped into an old mate who
she knew from way back. He smiled and greeted her. “Hey Abby how are you? Long
time no see!” Abs glanced at the good-looking man before her. In her head
something moved, distant thoughts came to the surface. Yes! It’s what’s his
name? From our school a few years ago, before we left to go into the big bad
world. “I remember you. Mark Jones isn’t it? What are you up to then?” a
curious Abs replied, glancing longer than she should at the man, then to her
pizza which was going cold. An idea popped into her head - why not invite him
to share the grub? How about asking him? Yes. “Jonesy do you want to go back
for some pizza? Its cheese and meat. I just got it,” she invited her old mate.
He looked down at the bare legged lady in her hot pants and said, “Yes why not,
I haven’t had it in two weeks, oh pizza I mean!” Abs blushed red and glanced
down. “I always enjoyed it when you went all shy!” the man commented. “Oh
right. Well... my boyfriend Ian will be there. It’s our pizza but we can
share.” “Oh I’m sorry, I assumed you were single. Sorry!” Jonesy apologised
rapidly. “That's okay, really. We have lots of pizza and you’ll like my man,
Ian. Trust me.” Abby did a quick text to Ian asking if he was okay on sharing
the pizza. Two minutes later the reply came back, “Yes hurry back, I’m hungry.
Bring your friend.” “Yea it’s okay for you to come back. What have you been
doing with yourself since leaving school?” Abs enquired. Nothing prepared her
for the reply, it was shattering – “Swinging, I’m a professional swinger. I’ve
done a book, online video and a DVD,” Jonesy explained matter of factly.
Silence descended for two minutes, a collage of images hit her mind. Sex with
other people!
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Friday, 13 January 2017
THAT KIND OF FUCKING MMM
“You
like what you see? Down with your trousers now, you look over dressed,” Joanna
said scratching her big arse. “Give me a minute!” complained Jake getting his
finger stuck in his belt loop. Finally he removed his jeans and kept his old
t-shirt on. He slid his underpants down, unsightly Y-Fronts that went out of
fashion in the 1980s. His cock sprang hard, all twelve inches of it. “Come here
and fuck me with that big tool of yours!” ordered the overweight big breasted
girl. Her lover did as he was told, he loved fucking in his Lada car and she
knew it. Moving into position Lada Man nudged her legs open and climbed on top
of her jelly bulk. His cock slid straight up her slack cunt, she was like a
bucket but a fuck was a fuck. Looking down he saw her untrimmed pubic bush and
smelled her sweaty body, mixed with stale fish but he wasn’t sure if it was
from the docks or her unwashed cunt. He pumped away giving her all twelve
inches, she moved with him making his car suspension move with their actions.
TAKE IT IN YOUR STRIDE A SERIES OF EROTIC ADULT STORIES BY NICK ARMBRISTER
The
rough looking bloke commented: “You’re a bitch but you fuck better than my
cousin. You’re cunt is tighter, even though Andrew’s spunk lubricated it first.
I bet he wants to fuck you again after. Tell me bitch, who is the better fuck,
me or my mate you had before?” “Why, you are my dear, your cock is bigger and
you can use it much better. He was crap at fucking me and he fell asleep right
after we shagged,” replied Sandra, lying to the logger on two topics; he was
just as crap at fucking and his mate would be asleep for a long time, dead
under the bed! There would be hell to pay when they found his body but she
would be back in the jungle by then. “That’s good then, I won’t have to beat
you up afterwards. I’d hate to hurt your pretty face. In fact, I’d like to fuck
you regularly,” he said in a gruff voice. “Okay, okay! But just fuck me now and
don’t talk!” Sandra angrily commented, scratching her lover on the neck to get
her point over. He glared at her and she looked away, best let him think he was
in charge here, keep the illusion going. A bit of blood flowed out of the fresh
wound but she didn’t feel bad, let him think she was a feisty bird who knew how
to look after herself. Carlos continued pumping the whore on the dirty floor;
his mate by the table looked on bored and got up to order another drink. No
doubt a double whiskey to follow the several he’d already downed, this guy
would be a shit fuck mused Sandra, smiling smugly. What if he couldn’t get it
up? Before then she had to kill this one, he was nearly there and gasping for
breath almost like he was having a heart attack. Oh fuck was he?! A look of
surprise filled his dirty face and he didn’t know whether to gasp or scream, he
tried both when his spunk shot up the witch. Had she done a spell in her head
and killed another victim? Spasms wracked Carlos’s body, he arched his back
thrusting his beer belly into the witch almost squashing her, he did two more
thrusts and was still. He was out of spunk and flat dead of life, the old
fucker had given up the goat! Died on the job! “Goddamn, it you fucked old
Carlos to death! What the fuck did you do to him, you two bit whore?” screamed
the last logger, holding his new drink while he looked wide eyed at the still
form of his mate on top of the witch. She wriggled herself free and brushed
wood shavings off her body, angrily she snatched the double whiskey from the
shocked man and downed it in one and threw the empty glass down next to the
dead man, where it smashed. “You could say I fucked your mate to death! He
didn’t have it in him to finish the job, what about you? Do you have what it
takes?” grimly retorted the whore, glaring at the remaining forest worker. Two
dead, one to go! Her powerful sexual aura of violence and nakedness commanded
respect. Silence descended until the drunken logger came to his senses. “You
wanna find out, yes? Course I’ve got what it takes. I was fucking whores from
when I was fourteen years old!” shouted the angry half drunk man. From behind
the bar the barman kept out of it, he had a big garden to bury the corpses in,
out back. Swearing loudly and clinking glasses, the barman poured himself a
double whiskey and in a quick action he downed it in one. Throwing his glass
into the sink where it almost broke, he walked around the bar to remove
Carlos's corpse to bury it in his garden. He kept his eyes away from the girl
in his bar, for something wasn't right about her; she was too easy and up to
something deadly serious.
Tuesday, 10 January 2017
OUT IN LATE 2017 NEW POEM BOOK WITH VARIED WORK/JOINT PROJECTS... 8TH Son In memory of the Sunny VIII P-51 Mustang crashes Jimmy Boom Semtex and other writers/poets/authors
8TH
Son
In memory of
the Sunny VIII P-51 Mustang crashes
Jimmy Boom
Semtex and other writers/poets/authors
Coffee Times
As I sit here drinking my coffee I think back
to the other times that I’ve had coffee.
Thinking of the people I shared one with.
Who were they, where are they now?
There was a writer friend I once knew.
We talked books, life and how we’re the same
to everybody else over a coffee at
Sainsbury’s.
Her legacy to me is Word of the Day.
I read every single word and learn its
meaning.
And someone whom I should never of met.
A gal from a distance away who caused me such
stress.
I never knew such falling outs nor rows or conflict.
She drank vanilla latte with chocolate
shavings on top.
She wasn’t minted to fuck!
What of that lithe little lady with the witty
personality?
She really adored me and always beheld me, in
a good way.
Urged me to always take care, no matter what.
Her husband didn’t approve of our friendship.
Maybe he should have had coffee with us so we
could talk?
Not to forget all the others I wanted to have
a brew with.
Sometimes an innocent drink to chill over.
Other times a seductive one to have my way
with them.
Varied reasons varied people now gone where?
Do they remember me when they drink their coffee?
Now I’m in Manila and I drink mine.
Enjoying Nescafe Blend and Brew as I write
this.
And think how good it is that we all like
coffee.
Good coffee not the decaf crap served by
wannabes!
Coffee Times
(by Saurabh
Pant)
Coffee table welcomes us back.
The place where it all began!
My heart goes for you once more!
When you chirruped over my win.
Gold seems expired now.
We drank it out with our coffee sips!
I remember holding your hands!
You were so close on those glossy trips.
My dreams whispered your name sometimes.
A forest of emptiness appears now!
The crackling fire smokes complete intensity
of your love.
Your touch was so soft somehow.
The grazes of your bites relish joy!
Your hands in mine play tricks!
Our kissing leisure together came back once
more.
Coffee table waits for our love, the world
changing mind's flicks...
ANTI WAR POEM EBOOK OUT NOW Europa 2 - The True Cost of War By Nick Armbrister, Andy N
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Europa 2 - The True Cost of War
By Nick Armbrister, Andy N
This new ebook collection of work by Andy N and Nick Armbrister as well as a follow up to 2014’s Europa is as much a sequel to their previous book but is also a different way of looking at real life stories featuring ordinary people and conflict with stories ranging from World War I up to the present day. All of these poems are uncompromising, mixing the shocking with the unseen consolidating work filling words from deep, bleak times producing hope for the future from lessons learnt in the past.
This new ebook collection of work by Andy N and Nick Armbrister as well as a follow up to 2014’s Europa is as much a sequel to their previous book but is also a different way of looking at real life stories featuring ordinary people and conflict with stories ranging from World War I up to the present day. All of these poems are uncompromising, mixing the shocking with the unseen consolidating work filling words from deep, bleak times producing hope for the future from lessons learnt in the past.
SEXY EROTIC STORY My Husband the Whore By Jimmy Boom Semtex
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My Husband the Whore
By Jimmy Boom Semtex
This story is partly based on Joe’s quest for love and a search for something. What? Good times, sex, the missing link? All of the scenes are false but based in reality. It’s up to the readers to define which. It’s one fictitious man’s journey over five years in his life and personal conquests. Some were good, some bad. All are memorable. Guys and gals, we have all been there. Keep on looking. And when you find what you want, keep hold of it before it’s gone. Joe does not exist except in us all. Good luck!
This story is partly based on Joe’s quest for love and a search for something. What? Good times, sex, the missing link? All of the scenes are false but based in reality. It’s up to the readers to define which. It’s one fictitious man’s journey over five years in his life and personal conquests. Some were good, some bad. All are memorable. Guys and gals, we have all been there. Keep on looking. And when you find what you want, keep hold of it before it’s gone. Joe does not exist except in us all. Good luck!
ADULT GOTHIC HORROR STORY.... Elleswyth the Warrior By Nick Armbrister, P.J. Reed
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Elleswyth the Warrior
By Nick Armbrister, P.J. Reed
This joint project by Nick Armbrister and P.J. Reed is a stunning journey by a warrior/witch/Goddess called Elleswyth. Join her as she battles evil in a variety of scenes. From a dark forest, a twisted tea party, a vast desert and an alien world. If Elleswyth makes one mistake, she fails. Cernunnos, her antagonist, both loves and hates the warrior woman. Who will win in their ongoing fight? Written in poetry/prose style, with each author doing a section, this work is both new and highly unique. Watch out for the follow up!
This joint project by Nick Armbrister and P.J. Reed is a stunning journey by a warrior/witch/Goddess called Elleswyth. Join her as she battles evil in a variety of scenes. From a dark forest, a twisted tea party, a vast desert and an alien world. If Elleswyth makes one mistake, she fails. Cernunnos, her antagonist, both loves and hates the warrior woman. Who will win in their ongoing fight? Written in poetry/prose style, with each author doing a section, this work is both new and highly unique. Watch out for the follow up!
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