Times of Nonchalance By Jimmy Boom Semtex

 

Times of Nonchalance

By Jimmy Boom Semtex

 

 

 

3G

You're as green as grass. Green green grass. Grassing people up. He smells of booze. She deals drugs, undercutting your sister. You're also a fucking arse licker. Creeping up to the boss. Sticking your tongue up his arse. Till is comes out of his mouth. You're worse than a snake. At least a snake is biological in its bites. You grass up people by choice. Green green grass. You told Staci to wake up. She's more switched on than you'll ever be. She agrees with us. That you're a grassing bitch. Every factory has a green green grass like you.    

She Wolf

Once it was Fenris the wolf who lived up north. Now it's Frank the drug dealer. Council flats are cheaper up north. Leaving him more cash to buy drugs, cut them and sell them on. There's no wolves here. Only hyenas and jackals selling weed, crack and speed. Go back to London you make believe man.                

Trust Fund

You've got lots of cash from your cushy well paid job. A nice plush pad in the outskirts. A big car worth a mint. An older gay lover called Lenny. And a shed full of racing pigeons to be one of the boys. One thing you don't have is trust. Look at what you did, siphoning funds off from overseas contracts. Now that cash resides offshore. No tax here. Only your scheming illegal acts and shady morality. You, the city boy.

Mood Time

With moods like an ambush predator, I don't need enemies.                                                   Every generation blames the one before.                                                                               Who blames the future unborn one?                                                                                          Does the touch of God feel like the tiredness of death?                                                             Soaps are shit like most shit on telly.                                                                                      Food for robots and chavs.                                                                                                                                     Turn the world upon its head.                                                                                                       My ex says treat my girlfriend with love and respect and don't lose my temper.                      She wishes me all the best.                                                                                         You're a kerosene driven super bitch with man boobs.

Prepare To Receive

To the ones on my right I say this:

Fuck you and fuck your dog.

Good and slow with a twelve inch strap on dildo.                                                                             Its black high quality latex rubber sliding perfectly up your shaved arse.                                  Enjoy the feeling of your sphincter muscle being ripped to fuck.                                                

Anal penetration you fucking ponce.                                                                                               

Oh how poetical, you get what's coming.                                                                                  Butt fuck style by the man in the gimp mask.                                                                                One penetration every three seconds.                                                                               

When he's done with you, your dog gets it.                                                                                He's not a pet but an animal and your helper.                                                                              You're both in my gun sight.                                                                                                    

Prepare to receive bitch!

Derringer One

That oh so beautiful Derringer pistol was not just a gun. She was art. Silver chrome that shone in the lamp light. Engraved on the chrome were names of Wild West legends: Butch Cassidy and Sundance. They were here only a decade ago. Mother of pearl handle, white as desert bone. Her twin barrels, one above the other, were black as death. The .45 slugs in there had my name on them. My heart was breaking. They had done it! Why oh why oh why? Consigned me to the scrap heap. I was due to start a job making steam trains on Monday. They cancelled the contract and gave it to Germany. Their engineers were better. Damn this commercial economics! Damn them to hell! I picked up the beautiful Derringer pistol. Clicked back the hammer to full cock. And placed it in my mouth. The trigger pull was sensitive. Like me...

Two

I heard the wood fire crackling when I came to. I must have passed out. I didn't know where I was. Then I saw the pretty Derringer pistol and it came rushing back to me. I had used that same pistol to commit suicide. The Germans had stolen our steam train work. And I was broke, with no cash. This was a day after my fiancé, Amy, ran off with a cowboy. He was a real man. Six shooters, horse, leather saddle, tough as hell. Last of his kind. I had nothing except my job. So I used the gun. But why am I still here? Am I a ghost or wounded? I felt no pain nor saw any blood. I was unharmed. I should be dead. I reached down to pick it up...

 

Ultima Thule Jimmy Boom Semtex

 

Ultima Thule

Jimmy Boom Semtex

 

Green Woman 1

There's a woman who lives in a bottle green painted wooden house by the sea. All alone because she's a bitch. A strong statement for someone you don't know. Would you want to know her? I wouldn't. Not after she said she'd shoot herself when her dog finally dies. She was caught in the woods by some kids and hurriedly hid the gun. She lied to them, said it's picnic time.

 

Green Woman 2

What do we make of this lady who lives by the ocean, alone? In a green wooden house. Some would call this paradise. Does she? She's a little mad. Her family ignores her. Her husband died and she was going to top herself. Down in the woods with a pistol. A group of kids caught her. No food. A shaky lie: I've ate it. The gun hidden. Why is she this way? Would you talk to her? Be her friend? I wouldn't. I'd tell her what I thought of her. Show her the imbalances that torment her mind. Imagine her talking to herself in her little green house. A world of her own making. madness abounds.

 

Green Woman 3

What do we make of Olive? Her son won't speak to her. It was a row. His mum found out he got wed 2 months later. Not talking keeps the peace and works really well. But imagine the lost years. Gone forever more. In their lucid moments this family will be terrified. What the hell have they done? Especially the mad mother. Does she miss her dead husband? Why did she want to die? Grief or depression or insanity? Such a shame she doesn't enjoy her pretty green ocean house. Or does she? Assumptions.

 

Rushya

So it's true. There's a place where bad things happen by people who're fifteen foot tall. They used to rule half of the world. And want to rule it again. They're extending their steel gloved hand. Slowly feeling and grinding the way. Don't like it? Prepare to get squashed. Their tools aren't nice nor methods sublime. Maybe you can ask God for help? Will He staunch the bullshit from Moscow? Not on this watch. Haven't you heard? KGB Putin is higher than the Almighty. And has more book sales than the bible. His torture manual is a must have read. As is his frozen war manual. Watch your back. Rushyans are coming to a country near you. Prepare to be assimilated.

 

Booka Booka Bank

Oh that bank is the booka bank full of wankers. They have ashtray hearts. Cryptic talking bastards. Give me my cash. It's mine, not yours. I want it before there's another global crash. I'm not primitive. I'm a 22nd Century Cadillac guy. So wise up and play the white man. Pass me the money ball. It's about me, not you. Where would you prissy office staff be without Yankee Joe? You're being spoil sports icing up my card and burning my cake. How will Jimmy pay for his new tank? You lazy staff in the booka booka bank. You can join the bloodclot ish man and get fucked by Fire Extinguisher Man and his big black 12 inch cock. Bend over you bankers!

 

On The Beach

Imagine walking on a beach after you finish school. Enjoying time alone. Happy that your studies are going well. In your own little world. Then they come for you. Snatch you off the beach. Take you to their boat and kidnap you. You've never been so scared. Not knowing what's happening or why. Little do you know, you won't see Japan again. Enemy soldiers came for someone. They found you. They need Japanese citizens to teach spies the language. But you don't want to do this. You go crazy. Not in anger but mentally. Your 'life' there doesn't work out. Your fate is bad. 'Suicide' by drug overdose. Your body thrown into a pit with others. A terrible fate. North Korea did this to you. And to many more who are missing.

 

Dissident Despair

It's 25 years this Sunday since the fall of the wall. I remember that day. As do many others. They include people imprisoned due to their actions or beliefs. They still suffer in silence for what the enemy nation did to them. East Germany. Their jailers escaped justice and the politicians who commanded them got big fat pensions. Where's the justice? How will both sides celebrate the fall of the wall? A gap as wide as a blown bridge, uncrossable? Today parents try to tell their children that political opposition was the right path. How to explain the fat cat politicos who studied degrees on how to silence their opponents at a Stasi funded uni? Even today, those titles are recognized with a fat salary and pension. Today some Stasi headquarters are museums and memorials to a dark history of informants, torture and oppression. The victims give talks at schools on their experiences and counselling and support groups help too. Is it enough? No. Think of the forced labour. Financial payouts try to amend this evil. Too little too late. Stolen years and betrayed lives. What of new born babies stolen from their parents? People today hang 'missing' posters on the wall of Cottbus prison. Both Nazi and Stasi committed evil tyranny here. If only the walls could talk. Some children were born in 88. Before everything changed. And still look for their relatives. Do they find them? A few do and have happy reunions. They're not publicly recognized or compensated. And what of Karin Ulbricht? The girl who demonstrated in Leipzig before the wall fell. Are her dreams realized? Was it all worth it?

 

 

The Humble Maid - Erotic Confessions of a Domestic Goddess Jimmy Boom Semtex

 

The Humble Maid - Erotic Confessions of a Domestic Goddess

Jimmy Boom Semtex

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The maid tickled his balls and held his flaccid dick. With care, she drew his foreskin back. Maybe it was fifteen years since it was last used? Sue didn't hesitate. She started sucking the end; it was small and well formed. And red in colour. The plumber groaned and muttered under his breath. Something about a frigid wife who took his cash.

On her knees, she gobbled him off. He was hard now, five inches of manhood. Less than average. It didn't take long for him to climax. The plumber groaned and shouted rude words. Then his cum shot all over Sue's face and hair. A result!

Putting a hand round his waist and still holding his cock, the maid led the plumber to the chair. With a push he sat down; Sue mounted him and they kissed. It was obvious the man hadn't been kissed in a long time. But he soon got into it. Her hand groped him and he grew hard again. Some of his spunk wiped on his t-shirt and face. He didn't seem to mind.

He sucked Sue's tits. They were the right size and well formed. Though she was the mother of two children, her figure and assets were unspoiled. She felt his hand search out and find her pussy. Opening her legs gave him entry. He fingered her and rubbed her thighs while groaning. Two fingers went up Sue. His dick was hard so she used it, wanking him as they kissed.

With surprising aptitude, the plumber took control and told the maid to lean on the chair. He took her from behind; she guided his cock up her. Twice he fell out before getting it right. Then he closed his eyes, felt her tits and thought rude things. It took him ten minutes to cum. Sue came twice in that time, she gasped and whined like she was being tortured. Erotic feelings of desire.

Afterwards Sue thanked the plumber for fixing the tap and for his lovemaking. She paid cash for the repair and bid him goodbye, then showered. When her boss returned from work, the tap was fine. Sue was cleaning the kitchen and kept the erotic action to herself. Her boss was a sexual non entity who loved money.

Seduce the Son

Sue seduced her boss's son. It happened one morning when he didn't have college; the teachers were on strike. She went into his room with his morning coffee. There it was, clear as day: an enormous erection! Sticking up through the sheet flagpole style. Looking at the size of it, the son was well endowed. Sue put the brew on the bedside cabinet and called his name. When it didn't work, she gently shook his shoulders. He stirred and yawned but was still asleep.

There was only one way to wake him. The maid grasped his hard cock through the sheet. It had popped through his open boxer shorts. Sue played with him, wanking him and feeling his balls. That did the trick! His eyes opened in amazement and he was about to shout. Sue put a hand over his mouth and shook her head. Then she kissed him. He tasted of the morning and youth. There was no resistance; did he think this would happen one day? He was the young buck and Sue was still a sexy woman and knew how to use her charm as and when she could get away with it.

She whipped the sheet off him and continued tossing him off. Pre-cum was already on the tip of his cock. Sue went down on him, sucking his virginesque dick. Sue knew this had never happened to him before. His cum was salty. He didn't cum all at once but gradually. Moaning and holding his breath, he shut his eyes and muttered. When it was over, Sue sucked him dry. The son was bright red and a bit embarrassed. But his smile showed that he approved.

"Let me show you what to do," Sue whispered. She took off her pyjamas and joined him in bed, pulling the sheet over them. They wouldn't be disturbed, the mother was at work and the father worked away.

"I'm a virgin," the son replied in a low voice.

"That's fine, I'll go slow and be gentle. Trust me."

"Ok then."

Sue kissed the youth and massaged his chest, feeling his shyness slowly go. She worked over his shoulders and chest, down to his stomach. Finally, she tickled his cock. It grew in her hand. They kissed again. He's a very good kisser. A natural who doesn't need to learn.

"I'll go on top. Just lie still and enjoy it. In time, you'll pick up the rhythm to move with me." Sue mounted the son and wanked him. Then she put his eight inch cock up her. He was a good fit. "How does that feel?"

He nodded and replied fine. With that, the maid rode him, keeping her actions leisurely. There was no rush, nobody would disturb them and the house doors were all locked from inside.

Sue was seventeen years younger than the son, who was named Jim. He was a quiet lad who was pampered by his parents and the maid. This gave him little or no opportunities to have a girlfriend or even much time alone. I really can relate to Jim. We're both under lock and key with no free time or lovers. Even if we're both from different backgrounds and have nothing else in common, I feel a great understanding for him. There are ways round the lack of fun, like this. He's a gentle kid and I enjoy sex with him. I've wanted to seduce him for so long.

"That feels great," Jim commented, looking into Sue's eyes.

"Glad you like it," Sue said, holding him close and kissing him. Her movements were unhurried and her touch tender. He responded by moving his hips with her. He's a fast learner.

The maid ran her hands over his chest, through his fine chest hairs. Jim reached out and held her hands. She bent over and kissed him. He was the youngest of her lovers, ever.

A deep glow filled her lower body. It grew from nothing and became everything; she was coming. So Jim wasn't startled, Sue whispered, "I'm coming Jim. Don't panic."

He nodded. Jim felt her passion and was almost there himself. With an effort, he increased his up-thrusts, not wanting to ruin the sex. This was his first time.

Sue went faster, wetness covered her thighs and lover. Her cum was all over his cock. She moaned and whispered his name. When he came, he screamed and went all rosey.

"Fucking hell! Ah damn, I'm coming!" he screamed.

"Fuck me faster, faster!" Sue urged, bouncing up and down on his lovely dick.

He did so, in the last few seconds of their love making. When it was over, they collapsed into one another's arms. They stayed like that for some time.

She ran her hands through his fair hair and kissed him. They lay together, unmovable.

"You were great Jim. You really were."

"Was I? Thank you. It was my first time."

"Yes, you were wonderful. I mean that. It was an honour to be your first lover."