Friday, 13 January 2017

IAN AND ABBY GO SWINGING

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!
 

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.

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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
Jimmy Boom Semtex and Saurabh Pant


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...


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