http://poemmaker.blog.co.uk/My Poems And Stories.Warning Please Do Not Read If easily Offendeden-EUMokoFeed10http://poemmaker.blog.co.uk/http://data5.blog.de/design/preview/fb/99572d13a4e68d02a4acf5710b5627_160x200.jpghttp://poemmaker.blog.co.uk/2009/11/12/just-a-friend-7358768/tag:poemmaker.blog.co.uk,2009-11-12:/2009/11/12/just-a-friend-7358768/Thu, 12 Nov 2009 15:39:46 +0100 <p>She cried from her bleeding heart<br> The shear torture of the day<br> The loathing of that man<br> Why did he treat her in such a cruel way?<br> Her, after all she had done<br> Had she not given up all for him?<br> Washed his mucky socks<br> Made his dinner<br> Loved his kids as they spat in her face<br> The man was an utter disgrace<br> That’s what she was told<br> Leave him they said he’s no good to you<br> He treats you like a fool<br> But it’s easy for them with their clicky friends<br> The ones they had known from birth<br> For she was new to the town<br> She felt she was alone without him<br> No smiles for her only a frown<br> For the new girl in town<br> She didn’t want much<br> Just a friend.</p> <p>No reproduction without permission Copyright poemmaker 2009</p> <p> <small> <a href="http://poemmaker.blog.co.uk/2009/11/12/just-a-friend-7358768/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>lifehttp://poemmaker.blog.co.uk/2009/11/12/just-a-friend-7358768/#commentshttp://poemmaker.blog.co.uk/2009/11/12/go-on-girl-7358474/tag:poemmaker.blog.co.uk,2009-11-12:/2009/11/12/go-on-girl-7358474/Thu, 12 Nov 2009 14:47:24 +0100 <p>Ride on the wings of destiny if you must<br> But never fool love for mistrust<br> You reap the fruit of tomorrow in the deeds of today<br> Don’t look back or fear the past<br> Don’t let it get in the way<br> Dread not what men do<br> Take your guilty pleasures when you can<br> The wilder the better when it comes to a man<br> The passion, the feel of his skin<br> Holding you consuming you from deep within<br> His tong meeting yours<br> His hands gripping your flesh<br> Go on girl give it your best</p> <p>No reproduction without permission Copyright poemmaker 2009</p> <p> <small> <a href="http://poemmaker.blog.co.uk/2009/11/12/go-on-girl-7358474/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>lifehttp://poemmaker.blog.co.uk/2009/11/12/go-on-girl-7358474/#commentshttp://poemmaker.blog.co.uk/2009/10/14/the-weekend-at-last-7166919/tag:poemmaker.blog.co.uk,2009-10-14:/2009/10/14/the-weekend-at-last-7166919/Wed, 14 Oct 2009 11:39:00 +0200 <p>No work for me today<br> I can lie in bed and let the world go away<br> Safe under the sheets were its nice and warm<br> In my nightie I will stay<br> Sleep and happy dreams for me<br> No sitting at my desk trying to please the boss<br> My fingers sore from typing all his letters<br> His voice shouting in my ear<br> He gets so cross<br> Only the other day<br> He told me off in such a nasty way<br> My skirt was to short<br> My hair was a mess<br> As far as I am concerned<br> He couldn’t care less<br> So no getting up in the dark<br> Doing my face<br> Or running for the bus<br> Yes for the next two days this is my base<br> Till Monday anyway</p> <p>No reproduction without permission Copyright poemmaker 2009 </p> <p> <small> <a href="http://poemmaker.blog.co.uk/2009/10/14/the-weekend-at-last-7166919/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>poemhttp://poemmaker.blog.co.uk/2009/10/14/the-weekend-at-last-7166919/#commentshttp://poemmaker.blog.co.uk/2009/10/08/bonfire-night-7124056/tag:poemmaker.blog.co.uk,2009-10-08:/2009/10/08/bonfire-night-7124056/Thu, 08 Oct 2009 11:59:43 +0200 <p>The last of the summer sun is fading fast<br> Time to reflect on the past<br> Why not lay in bed with the covers over your head?<br> For winter is coming<br> The flowers are all dead<br> The cold is so numbing<br> And the wind bites into your flesh<br> The air condenses you breath<br> But alas do not despair<br> For as you shiver the fire’s are being made<br> Rockets and sparklers things that go bang<br> Jacket potatoes hot soup too<br> Are all ready for you and your gang<br> Bonfire night is on the way</p> <p>No reproduction without permission Copyright poemmaker 2009</p> <p> <small> <a href="http://poemmaker.blog.co.uk/2009/10/08/bonfire-night-7124056/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>poemhttp://poemmaker.blog.co.uk/2009/10/08/bonfire-night-7124056/#commentshttp://poemmaker.blog.co.uk/2009/09/16/flatmates-revenge-6975038/tag:poemmaker.blog.co.uk,2009-09-16:/2009/09/16/flatmates-revenge-6975038/Wed, 16 Sep 2009 10:51:27 +0200 <p>I was sitting in my flat, listening to the moans and grunts coming from Julie's bedroom; yes they were at it again. </p> <p>It was Sunday afternoon and it had been going on all weekend, apart from meal and loo breaks that is. Four weekends in a row ever since they met, they just hit it off right from the start. Lucky cow. </p> <p>I was of course happy for her, and Paul seemed a great bloke, but I was just so horny. I split up from Nick three weeks ago now and felt so lonely and unloved, not to mention randy as hell, and they didn't even bother putting anything on when they did come out of her room. </p> <p>I don't mind nudity, don't get me wrong, I'm no prude, indeed I myself don't bother wearing anything in front of them now. Why should I, if they don't? It's just that to see his lovely body and amazing cock, I can't help myself getting horny, not that they have noticed, I am sure, even if I have left a wet patch on the kitchen chair as we all sit down to lunch together!</p> <p>I keep thinking, "Does he like my body as much as I like his?" I know my tits are small, but they have a nice shape and not all men go for big tits, Julie hasn't got huge tits, either. Yesterday, I shaved all my pubic hair off. I never had the nerve to do it before, and it took ages, but it was worth it to see the look on their faces when they saw me. Paul couldn't take his eyes off me, I felt so proud and the centre of attention, then Julie pulled him away and whispered something in his ear. With that, they grabbed me and bent me over the kitchen table, not saying a word. Julie got the wooden mixing spoon from the drawer under the sink and started spanking my bottom with it, while Paul held me down. </p> <p>Well I just let them get on with it and after ten slaps she stopped. My bum stung by then and was quite red, but I took it, I was not going to let them know how much it hurt, was I!</p> <p>They were amazed that I kept so quiet. I thought I had shown them how I could take it. The strange thing is I was even hornier than before. It was when I got up from the table that my embarrassment came. The table was covered in my own juices, I was so wet, and I had leaked all over the place! Well, now my face was the same colour as my poor bottom was. </p> <p>"You mucky cow, we've got to eat off that table, we don't want your slime all over it, I will get you for that later." Paul was beaming from ear to ear, and then he winked at me. My heart missed a few beats, I can tell you. They then went back into her bedroom and left me to think of my fate.</p> <p>Everything went quiet, we all went to work as usual, and nothing was said about the matter. Then on the Friday I got home from work as usual, showered and shaved myself. I was now getting used to having no pubic hair and I even liked it! So I got a tea and went to lie on the sofa naked as usual. I must have fallen asleep because the next thing I knew was Julie and Old Tom the landlord, standing over my naked body, Old Tom must have thought it was Christmas and his birthday all at once, his eyes were bursting out of his head, I tried to cover myself with my hands then with the stare Julie gave me I knew she was up to something, but I still couldn't believe it.</p> <p>She just came right out with it and she told Tom how I had shaved all my pussy hairs off and how I liked to show people, then she told me to take my hands away and open my legs wide so that Tom could get a good look at me.</p> <p>I was about to complain when she said I was happy to show Paul at the weekend and as he was her boyfriend I must like to show myself off to men. Now was my chance. I had no choice; if I refused she would know I fancied Paul. So I did as she said. I opened my legs wide and put my hands behind my back and let him look at me.</p> <p>After ten minutes he left without the rent he had come for no doubt to have a quick wank over what he had seen; namely my naked body!</p> <p>When he returned, Julie told Old Tom that I had spent a lot of time making sure I shaved all my pussy hairs off and made myself look good when I got back from work, just so that he could see when he came round. She told him to touch me and feel how smooth I was, which of course he did, even sticking a finger up me and saying how wet I was. </p> <p>After he had gone, I screamed at her, saying she was evil and how she had gone too far this time. I asked her how could she show me up in front of Old Tom, of all people. She just said if I hated it so much, how could I get so wet. I told her that was not the point, but left it at that. Even though there was no way that I fancied Old Tom, I was horny as hell showing myself to him. She told me later that he had let us off a month's rent, so not to feel too bad about it. But it didn't end there.</p> <p>The next Tuesday, Julie's 18-year-old brother Scott came round, which he did at least once a week.</p> <p>Now Scott being 18, liked to show off and wind me up if he could. He always goes on about how many girlfriends he has had, and what a stud he is! A lot of it is made up of course for my benefit, Julie says he has a crush on me, which always gets me going, he is so childish.</p> <p>Anyway, this particular Tuesday when he was going on about his girlfriends, Julie suddenly asked if any of his girlfriends shaved their pussy hairs off. To our surprise he said no. "Would you like to see a shaved pussy?" she asked him. Well I didn't know what to do. Surely she wasn't going to tell him about me was she? But that's exactly what she did. He looked right at me with puppy dog eyes and said, "Please show me."</p> <p>"Go on," said Julie "you know you want to, don't you?"</p> <p>Part Two</p> <p>Well I was able to get out of showing Scott my bear pussy at least but things got worse with Tom the landlord.</p> <p>My boss called me to tell me my hours were going to be cut, do to the credit crunch and the resulting downturn in business.</p> <p>This of course left me with more time on my hands and less money, on top of this Julie was saving hard for a new car.</p> <p>So she had no spare money to help me with my rent.</p> <p>There was nothing for it but for me to keep Tom happy in others ways, I know you know what I mean.</p> <p>So every Tuesday he came round to the flat and I had to open the door Naked as he had expressly told me he wanted me too.</p> <p>I got used to performing all sorts of sexual acts with him stopping short of full sex as I didn’t want that from him, also I was off the pill and I have always been allergic to condoms.</p> <p>Anyway one Tuesday Morning I was on the floor in the flats main room. Tom liked us to do it there instead of my bedroom as he said it was a bigger turn on for him.</p> <p>Knowing Julie, Nick and I all used that main room.</p> <p>With his Cock deep in my throat, Tom had said he wanted me to learn deep throat and after a few weeks practise I could get most of him inside.</p> <p>I want to say at this point Tom did have a very large cock the biggest I have seen anyway and I was really worried I could not do it.</p> <p>I had gagged a lot when he first pushed hard into me, at one stage I couldn’t breathe.</p> <p>One of the things Tom did to help me take his cock into my throat was to make me swallow a tablespoon of honey first.</p> <p>To make him slip inside easier he said.</p> <p>It did seem to help and I felt less of the large head of his dick as he pushed deeper down my very full throat.</p> <p>It took me time to learn how to time my breaths with his thrusts, but I was getting there by that point.</p> <p>I also was getting use to swallowing his come; well I had to didn’t I?</p> <p>With his dick so far down my throat I had no choice but to swallow.</p> <p>Getting back to that Tuesday as I was on the floor with Tom’s cock down my throat concentrating on the task in hand, Or in my case in mouth.</p> <p>I didn’t hear Julie come in, she had got off work early as she was feeling ill and came back to lie down.</p> <p>She of course had her own key and let herself in.</p> <p>Well she just stood there for a minute then said hi to me and Tom before heading to her room.</p> <p>I was unable to speak with his tool in me, but Tom with a huge smile on his face wanted to know how she was and if he could make her feel any better.</p> <p>Julie just said it look like you have enough to keep you going for now and not to let her stop us, then she closed the door to her room behind her.</p> <p>Well Tom soon came after that sending load after load of his hot come deep down my throat.</p> <p>Part Three</p> <p>My Tuesdays with Tom continued partly because my financial position didn’t get any better and also as Julie was not needed to pay rent either as long as I kept Tom happy.</p> <p>Which she really wanted me to do, as she was always telling me?</p> <p>So nothing changed till I met Alex an old school friend I hadn’t seen for ages.</p> <p>Well not to go on for to long but just to say we hit it off again as they say and before to long he moved into the flat with me in my room.</p> <p>Things got a bit tricky when I asked Tom if Alex could move in.</p> <p>He basically said only if I keep to our arrangement of Tuesdays.</p> <p>Well I told him, how could I?</p> <p>I didn’t want Alex knowing about what we got up to and he was my boyfriend now it was different before.</p> <p>He got really mad and threatened to throw us all out.</p> <p>So I had to agree to carry on for a bit as long as Alex didn’t find out.</p> <p>So you can understand when Alex confronted me two days later as to what was going on between Tom the landlord and me.</p> <p>I didn’t know were to put myself I went all red and couldn’t talk.</p> <p>Now I was for it and to make matters even worse Alex knows my Mum and that would kill both of us if she found out what I got up to.</p> <p>Then my next shock came.</p> <p>It turned out that Alex and Tom had been out for a drink down the local pub where Tom told him of the arrangement and how things worked out so well for us all.</p> <p>He got Alex my so called new Boyfriend to agree not to change things.</p> <p>He even told him how only because of himself I was so good at deep throat.</p> <p>We had our first big row.</p> <p>But the truth of it was I really liked Alex.</p> <p>In all other way he was great.</p> <p>Kind, loving, funny and I felt safe with him; also I didn’t want to go back to being on my own in my room at night again.</p> <p>So the upshot of the matter was I forgave him and also Tom too and kept to our arrangement on Tuesdays.</p> <p>On two acations Alex even watched me deep throat Tom.</p> <p>No reproduction without permission Copyright poemmaker 2009</p> <p> <small> <a href="http://poemmaker.blog.co.uk/2009/09/16/flatmates-revenge-6975038/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>adulthttp://poemmaker.blog.co.uk/2009/09/16/flatmates-revenge-6975038/#commentshttp://poemmaker.blog.co.uk/2009/05/18/oh-my-lover-6135147/tag:poemmaker.blog.co.uk,2009-05-18:/2009/05/18/oh-my-lover-6135147/Mon, 18 May 2009 13:28:35 +0200 <p>Oh lover of Thayne beware the dream that was mine<br> You dance in the shadow of dawn<br> Awaiting the light of the morn<br> But take heed<br> For your expectations may not play out in time<br> I Jest not when I say unto you<br> Your skin is so soft moist from my kisses<br> Like grass after the touch of daw<br> As you lay me on your bed<br> You are in complete control of my body<br> And oh the wonderful thoughts in my head<br> But my heart is and will always be with an other<br> With you as my lover<br> And me as your slave<br> Your passion is but a drug to my senses<br> A storm in my brain<br> Thus as the seasons come and go<br> If I do nothing it will surely drive me insane</p> <p>No reproduction without permission Copyright Poemmaker 2009 </p> <p> <small> <a href="http://poemmaker.blog.co.uk/2009/05/18/oh-my-lover-6135147/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>poemlifehttp://poemmaker.blog.co.uk/2009/05/18/oh-my-lover-6135147/#commentshttp://poemmaker.blog.co.uk/2009/05/17/the-day-anthony-had-me-6128955/tag:poemmaker.blog.co.uk,2009-05-17:/2009/05/17/the-day-anthony-had-me-6128955/Sun, 17 May 2009 13:01:05 +0200 <p>I had been looking forward to the concert for months infect I could not think of anything else,<br> You see I Just love and adore Anthony, his looks, his body, his voice everything about him really.<br> He is so hot and I dream of being his.<br> I would do anything he told me to.<br> So you can imagine how I felt at the concert looking right at him on the second row back from the stage.<br> Then he looked right back at me, yes right into my eyes.<br> How cool was that?<br> Out of all the people in the concert hall he looked at “me” and smiled.<br> I became even more excited then normal, I felt myself getting wet in my knickers.<br> That was how this Man made me.<br> I stayed behind after the concert as the theatre began to empty hoping to catch site of Anthony .<br> There was no sign of him for ages, and then I saw him again in the corner of the stage with one of the security men,<br> He pointed at me telling the man something then he was gone as quick as that.<br> I felt gutted at not getting to meet him and to be reported to security too<br> It was so unfair.<br> I was about to leave when the security came out again and headed right for me.<br> I said I was going and I was not going to cause trouble.<br> He just stared at me for a while, before telling me to come with him and as I wasn’t going to be any trouble not to say anything and to do as he told me.<br> So off we went him in front with me following closely behind hoping not to be reported to the police or for my family to be told.<br> We went in to a office back stage.<br> A small office with a desk and a chair behind and a chair in front,paperwork everywhere posters all over the walls of artists who had preformed in the theatre going way back.<br> I was told to stand in front of the desk as the man in uniform sat on the chair behind the desk.<br> He looked at me again, and then just told me to undress right down to my knickers and be quick about it.<br> I looked at him, then the door which was still wide open<br> Shocked and not daring to speak, I did not know what to do, should I try to escape through the open door, or give in to this scary man.<br> I was shaking with fear.<br> Also Did Anthony know what this man would do to me?<br> But how could he?<br> Why are you wasting my time said the man, I know what you want?<br> Now strip<br> So I did looking down at the ground as I went, but as I put my top on the desk I could see those big brown eyes starring at my breasts<br> I pulled down my jeans stepped out of them and placed them on the desk with my top.<br> Then I looked at him.<br> And he said<br> Looking again at the door I felt nervous<br> Oh don’t worry about anyone coming in, it’s a theatre<br> People are often naked in here.<br> Some of the shows they put on,<br> Well you know.<br> Now<br> The bra Donna, come on!<br> I slowly unhooked it and gently slipped it off my shoulders, putting it with the rest of my clothes then I stood straight up in front of him in just my pink knickers.<br> My tits stood out and I hold my hands over them stopping his view.<br> But he was not going to move or say anymore till I moved my hands,<br> He would of had me stay like that all night, I could sense him.<br> So what if he saw my tits I thought and my arms were aching too<br> , so I just let them drop to my side and let him look!<br> I was not sure if it was the cold or if I was actually feeling horny,but my nipples were sticking right out.<br> He loved what he saw and told me so.<br> Then he said<br> I can see why.<br> I did not know what he meant by that.<br> Not then.<br> He got up out of the chair walked round to my side of the desk and grabbed my hand<br> You’re ready now so come on and do exactly as you are told he said dragging out of the office and along a corridor.<br> My feet were bear as my shoes were left in the office along with the rest of my clothes.<br> So i could feel the cold floor as we walked.<br> We stopped outside a door on our left of the corridor and he knocked on it.<br> I could just hear a come in from behind it.<br> At that point I was worried<br> I mean there I was dressed only in my Pink Knickers my tits sticking out and about to be shown to another strange man.<br> That made two in one day and I have not been on show before.<br> He opened the door and entered in pulling me with him.<br> Well to say I was shocked was an under statement<br> I was absolutely speechless<br> For there right in front of me was Anthtony.<br> I just stood there dumbfounded for what seemed like ages ,<br> Thank you steve you can leave her with me now He said.<br> As soon as Steve the security man had shut the door Anthtony told me to sit next to him on the sofa.<br> Well my legs were shaking but I slowly walked over to were he was sitting and sat down.<br> So your Donna he said,you look lovely<br> You don’t need to worry I am sure I won’t make you do anything you don’t want to,would I?<br> I shook my head,<br> Now just relax and enjoy.<br> So I did,<br> He first of all put one arm around me, then with the other one he took hold of my left tit and squeezed it.<br> At the same time he put his mouth to mine and we kissed,<br> Well I was in heaven<br> I was so excited and my knickers had a wet patch on them too.<br> As he found out when his left hand moved slowly down my body right to my sex.<br> At that point he broke away from our kiss saying that I must be enjoying things,<br> Then his hand went right into my knickers and his large manly hands rubbed my clit,<br> Well I had never felt anything like that before,<br> I let out a loud moan,<br> Then he stopped and took his hand away,<br> I was so upset I needed him to carry on.<br> Ok then he said get your knickers off Donna<br> Then I will really make you moan.<br> I was up off that sofa in a flash pulling my knickers off faster then i had ever done in my life<br> As I was, he also pulled his blue top over his head to reveal his tanned muscular body.<br> I felt to weak seeing him and so wet too.<br> Throwing the top on the floor he started to drop his pants leaving him in just his boxers<br> I stepped out of my soaking knickers leaving were they lay Then as Anthony beckoned me I went to him.<br> He sat down again on the sofa and told me to kneel on the floor in front of him which I did,<br> I was so close to him I could smell his sent and see just how hard he was in his shorts.<br> I stared at it for a long time, and then he told me to get it out and feel it.<br> Well as I lowered his boxers down it sprang out at me,<br> It was so big and hard with a massive head; I had to hold it with both hands to steady the thing<br> It felt warm and bumpy, but Hay it Anthony’s and I longed for this day for as long as I could remember.<br> Put it in your mouth Donna he said<br> I put the tip in first then a bit more it just felt so good<br> I took a bit more in my mouth then he got hold of my head with both his hands pulling me so I felt I could take no more.<br> I pulled back to breath before I gagged<br> Then took in my mouth again determined to get it all in<br> But it was just too big for that<br> I gasped then he let go or me telling me to lie on the sofa on my back witch i did<br> He sucked my tits one after the other taking his time which had the effect of making me moan again.<br> Then he moved down to my sex and started licking me there, his tong was on my Clit and all I could do was scream in pure pleasure.<br> I guess I was a bit too loud,<br> He stopped looked at me with a knowing look<br> That’s your first time being licked like that isn’t it?<br> I just nodded and went red.<br> Ok he said get yourself over the arm of the sofa<br> Its time I made you a woman,<br> He knows it was my first time and said he was going to be gentle with me.<br> I lent over the arm slowly not saying a word and opened my legs giving myself to him<br> The most precious thing I could give anyone.<br> I felt the head of his cock on my sex<br> Then the pressure as he gently pushed it in me<br> It felt so tight and I felt a bit of pain as he broke through<br> Then a small amount of blood too<br> Then he was right in me<br> He very slowly pulled a bit out of me before pushing back in again<br> He speeded up a bit<br> I hold on to the sofa and felt so happy<br> Anthony was at last fucking me<br> He was amazing (But I know that anyway).<br> He exploded inside me filling me with his cum<br> And for the first time making me a Woman<br> The feel of his seed shooting deep inside me set my own orgasm off<br> I just screamed and screamed I had never felt anything so good before.<br> When he had finally pulled out of me there was his cum and my juices and a bit of blood all running down my legs together.<br> What a night<br> I would never forget.</p> <p>No reproduction without permission Copyright Poemmaker 2009 </p> <p> <small> <a href="http://poemmaker.blog.co.uk/2009/05/17/the-day-anthony-had-me-6128955/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>adultlifenudehttp://poemmaker.blog.co.uk/2009/05/17/the-day-anthony-had-me-6128955/#commentshttp://poemmaker.blog.co.uk/2009/05/11/oh-to-be-in-england-6097365/tag:poemmaker.blog.co.uk,2009-05-11:/2009/05/11/oh-to-be-in-england-6097365/Mon, 11 May 2009 16:11:45 +0200 <p>The city was truly a grand sight to see<br> The spires of the cathedral against the clear blue sky<br> Lit by the summer sun just after the rain<br> Surely nowhere else could be the same?<br> The good folk of Peterborough went about their daily lives<br> Men with their children and wives<br> The deep green lawns in front of the great house of God<br> Covered with worshippers to the sun<br> Cropped tops<br> Cut off jeans<br> Oh to be young<br> The sweet smell of coffee from the vendor in the square<br> Floated on the breeze and filled the air<br> The old men with their opened out papers<br> Oblivious to the world<br> Sadly for them it had long ago passed them by<br> But they still dreamt of the days they could catch a lady’s eye<br> Oh yes even in the year of our lord two thousand and nine<br> To be in England is sublime.</p> <p>No reproduction without permission Copyright Poemmaker 2009 </p> <p> <small> <a href="http://poemmaker.blog.co.uk/2009/05/11/oh-to-be-in-england-6097365/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>poemlifehttp://poemmaker.blog.co.uk/2009/05/11/oh-to-be-in-england-6097365/#commentshttp://poemmaker.blog.co.uk/2009/05/09/what-is-it-6087280/tag:poemmaker.blog.co.uk,2009-05-09:/2009/05/09/what-is-it-6087280/Sat, 09 May 2009 17:08:29 +0200 <p>If it buzzes<br> If it’s long<br> If it’s smooth with a large head<br> If it’s warm to the touch<br> If you can really feel it in action<br> If one of the colours it comes in is yellow<br> If it can penetrate deep inside you<br> If it can produce a wet liquid that’s sweet to lick<br> What is it?<br> It’s a Honey bee of course</p> <p>No reproduction without permission Copyright Poemmaker 2009 </p> <p> <small> <a href="http://poemmaker.blog.co.uk/2009/05/09/what-is-it-6087280/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>lifehttp://poemmaker.blog.co.uk/2009/05/09/what-is-it-6087280/#commentshttp://poemmaker.blog.co.uk/2009/03/16/summer-get-out-5766486/tag:poemmaker.blog.co.uk,2009-03-16:/2009/03/16/summer-get-out-5766486/Mon, 16 Mar 2009 15:10:06 +0100 <p>The sun is out<br> The daffodils are in bloom<br> The sprit of love is all around<br> So let’s bury the gloom<br> Its time to eat strawberries and ice-cream<br> Walk along the sand<br> Hand in hand with the love of your life<br> Then at night party party party with your mates<br> Come outside tell me all your news<br> Don’t keep it to your mates in the loos<br> Like you do when you’re on the booze<br> The night is young<br> The stars are out<br> So don’t stay in<br> Get out and about</p> <p> <small> <a href="http://poemmaker.blog.co.uk/2009/03/16/summer-get-out-5766486/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>poemlifehttp://poemmaker.blog.co.uk/2009/03/16/summer-get-out-5766486/#commentshttp://poemmaker.blog.co.uk/2009/03/13/the-darkest-deed-of-all-5749965/tag:poemmaker.blog.co.uk,2009-03-13:/2009/03/13/the-darkest-deed-of-all-5749965/Fri, 13 Mar 2009 14:20:27 +0100 <p>She adored everything he said<br> But deplored what was going on in her head<br> She loved him like no other<br> Like she could not love him more<br> But she needed a lover<br> For he was so kind and strong<br> He could do no wrong<br> Yet at work in the bosses office<br> With his hands on her<br> She was under his spell<br> His charm<br> As he hold her arm<br> There on his desk she lay<br> As they made their plans<br> Her mind could think of nothing else all day<br> As she pulled down her skirt she thought<br> They had to get away<br> She know betrayal was the darkest deed<br> But she had this need<br> Lust and passion would surely eat her up in the end<br> Alas she couldn’t help herself<br> His power over her was just too strong<br> She must play along</p> <p>No reproduction without permission Copyright Poemmaker 2009 </p> <p> <small> <a href="http://poemmaker.blog.co.uk/2009/03/13/the-darkest-deed-of-all-5749965/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>poemlifehttp://poemmaker.blog.co.uk/2009/03/13/the-darkest-deed-of-all-5749965/#commentshttp://poemmaker.blog.co.uk/2009/03/10/fleeing-with-my-heart-5730245/tag:poemmaker.blog.co.uk,2009-03-10:/2009/03/10/fleeing-with-my-heart-5730245/Tue, 10 Mar 2009 15:25:21 +0100 <p>Cold is the wind of the north<br> So cold on my poor horse<br> And yet the sun is behind me<br> Shining on my back<br> But I feel no warmth<br> For I fled at sunrise without a sound<br> Not a single step I lay could be heard on the ground<br> I ride to you with pounding heart<br> For its you I will marry and him I must depart<br> I will not be wavered<br> Or for my family be fevered<br> Only you I will be part<br> I left in haste<br> My feet are bare<br> Only my nightdress I wear<br> But I will deliver myself as I am to you<br> For even in my unclean undressed state<br> I am Pure</p> <p>No reproduction without permission Copyright Poemmaker 2008 </p> <p> <small> <a href="http://poemmaker.blog.co.uk/2009/03/10/fleeing-with-my-heart-5730245/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>lifelovehttp://poemmaker.blog.co.uk/2009/03/10/fleeing-with-my-heart-5730245/#commentshttp://poemmaker.blog.co.uk/2009/02/16/the-garden-5588203/tag:poemmaker.blog.co.uk,2009-02-16:/2009/02/16/the-garden-5588203/Mon, 16 Feb 2009 20:39:34 +0100 <p>I stand here in this garden<br> Pondering my doom<br> I smell the roses all in bloom<br> The ashes of a bonfire next door<br> Drifts into the air to add to the gloom<br> The very ashes with last year’s roses<br> Put the life back into the garden<br> Like a never ending circle of life<br> As we ourselves will one day become<br> The carving on the apple tree<br> Of your name<br> You wrote it sitting on my knee<br> Now you give colour to the leaves<br> And taste to the fruit<br> The gardener with his broken barrow<br> Whose mind is so narrow<br> The robin on the garden gate<br> Singing his merry song<br> Soon even I will sing a long<br> Always there to here his song</p> <p>No reproduction without permission Copyright Poemmaker 2008 </p> <p> <small> <a href="http://poemmaker.blog.co.uk/2009/02/16/the-garden-5588203/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>lifehttp://poemmaker.blog.co.uk/2009/02/16/the-garden-5588203/#commentshttp://poemmaker.blog.co.uk/2008/12/30/the-battle-won-5300144/tag:poemmaker.blog.co.uk,2008-12-30:/2008/12/30/the-battle-won-5300144/Tue, 30 Dec 2008 22:00:00 +0100 <p>I raise my sword high above my head<br> My shield at my side<br> For England I cry<br> As I ride headlong into battle<br> My blade slices through the air<br> The enemy drops at my feet<br> To stay where they lie<br> The heat of battle rages all around<br> Blood runs like a river<br> On the baron ground<br> The screams of the dying fill my mind<br> Then the king himself is slain<br> A victim of a sty arrow from our own bows<br> Chaos reigns<br> For the only thing on Gods earth worse then to win in battle<br> Is to lose<br> Then we advance and the enemy flees<br> Oh how great is my love for thee<br> Victory comes at a price<br> But with the grace of god<br> I shall see the sun rise<br> Glory be</p> <p>No reproduction without permission Copyright Poemmaker 2008 </p> <p> <small> <a href="http://poemmaker.blog.co.uk/2008/12/30/the-battle-won-5300144/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>poemlifehttp://poemmaker.blog.co.uk/2008/12/30/the-battle-won-5300144/#commentshttp://poemmaker.blog.co.uk/2008/11/12/take-me-5025096/tag:poemmaker.blog.co.uk,2008-11-12:/2008/11/12/take-me-5025096/Wed, 12 Nov 2008 18:20:42 +0100 <p>I want to lie with you under a coconut tree<br> I want you to hold me in your arms<br> I want to tell you all my dreams<br> I want to belong to you<br> I need to be a part of you<br> I want you to take me to a place so warm<br> Under the sky so blue<br> Were the ocean breaks on the sand<br> There you hold my hand<br> And tell me just how much you love me<br> These things I long for and desire<br> Because for you I will never tire<br> My whole body aches for your kiss<br> If I could have only one wish<br> It would be for you<br> Its you I miss</p> <p>No reproduction without permission Copyright Poemmaker 2008 </p> <p> <small> <a href="http://poemmaker.blog.co.uk/2008/11/12/take-me-5025096/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>poemhttp://poemmaker.blog.co.uk/2008/11/12/take-me-5025096/#commentshttp://poemmaker.blog.co.uk/2008/11/11/my-love-5017913/tag:poemmaker.blog.co.uk,2008-11-11:/2008/11/11/my-love-5017913/Tue, 11 Nov 2008 13:45:52 +0100 <p>If time stood still<br> Where would we be with reality?<br> Would your coffee still get cold?<br> Would we all still get old?<br> Would the river of time dry up<br> Would your love for me cease?<br> Or would it prevail<br> Never to be stale<br> I remember the day we met<br> It was love at first site<br> Alas I will never forget<br> The bluebells in the wood<br> Were in bloom<br> The water meadow so green<br> I fell for you then my love<br> Arm in arm we walked home under the light of the moon<br> Besotted by your beauty<br> Intoxicated with lust<br> Ever the romantic<br> And full of trust<br> They say youth is wasted on the young<br> But boy did we have fun<br> In my try light years in my old arm chair<br> I recall it all<br> I don’t regret a single day<br> If only you again could pass my way<br> One day soon we will be together my love<br> Forever and in your arms I will lay.</p> <p>No reproduction without permission Copyright Poemmaker 2008 </p> <p> <small> <a href="http://poemmaker.blog.co.uk/2008/11/11/my-love-5017913/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>poem-lifehttp://poemmaker.blog.co.uk/2008/11/11/my-love-5017913/#commentshttp://poemmaker.blog.co.uk/2008/10/25/night-fears-for-halloween-4931308/tag:poemmaker.blog.co.uk,2008-10-25:/2008/10/25/night-fears-for-halloween-4931308/Sat, 25 Oct 2008 20:41:16 +0200 <p>With my back to the night sky<br> A candle flickering in an upstairs window<br> The smell of fresh cut grass fills the air<br> My eyes start to well as I cry<br> Were are you I sigh<br> My mascara is running down my cheeks<br> In long black streaks<br> Falling onto my new dress<br> A chill runs right down my spine<br> The wind is whistling in my ears<br> I feel a hand gripping my shoulder<br> I freeze in mortal fear<br> Transfixed to the spot<br> My heart pounding<br> Is this my lot?<br> Then I hear a loud shriek<br> Tea come and get it before its cold<br> Is all you can say?<br> In your evil little way</p> <p>No reproduction without permission Copyright Poemmaker 2008 </p> <p> <small> <a href="http://poemmaker.blog.co.uk/2008/10/25/night-fears-for-halloween-4931308/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>poem-halloweenhttp://poemmaker.blog.co.uk/2008/10/25/night-fears-for-halloween-4931308/#commentshttp://poemmaker.blog.co.uk/2008/10/14/confused-4870790/tag:poemmaker.blog.co.uk,2008-10-14:/2008/10/14/confused-4870790/Tue, 14 Oct 2008 17:05:00 +0200 <p>If it was big what would I do?<br> If it was long could I take it?<br> If it filled me would it hurt?<br> If I Licked it would I like the taste?<br> If I liked it would I want to do it again?<br> If yes how many times a week?<br> There’s so much to think about<br> Good job it’s only an ice lolly.</p> <p>No reproduction without permission Copyright Poemmaker 2008</p> <p> <small> <a href="http://poemmaker.blog.co.uk/2008/10/14/confused-4870790/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>http://poemmaker.blog.co.uk/2008/10/14/confused-4870790/#commentshttp://poemmaker.blog.co.uk/2008/10/13/besotted-4863023/tag:poemmaker.blog.co.uk,2008-10-13:/2008/10/13/besotted-4863023/Mon, 13 Oct 2008 10:22:29 +0200 <p>Do you feel me close to you?<br> Do you feel my warm body pressing on yours?<br> Do you feel my heart beat out of control?<br> Do you know just how much I love you?<br> All these questions I ask<br> I cry for you into my pillow at night<br> I carry your photo everywhere I go<br> I tell all my friends you are mine<br> I even play the music you love so much<br> For I cannot help myself<br> I am besotted<br> In a way only a woman can be<br> So please don’t leave me like this<br> Let me sink into your strong arms<br> And please let me live my dream</p> <p>No reproduction without permission Copyright Poemmaker 2008</p> <p> <small> <a href="http://poemmaker.blog.co.uk/2008/10/13/besotted-4863023/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>http://poemmaker.blog.co.uk/2008/10/13/besotted-4863023/#commentshttp://poemmaker.blog.co.uk/2008/10/04/i-am-fine-4821333/tag:poemmaker.blog.co.uk,2008-10-04:/2008/10/04/i-am-fine-4821333/Sat, 04 Oct 2008 20:34:02 +0200 <p>I stand in the pouring rain on this cold dark night<br> Waiting for you to make it all right<br> Tears well in my eyes<br> Please come for me I plead<br> For without you I can never succeed<br> The hours pass by<br> And I feel like I will die<br> Then from the gloom you appear making it like day<br> No words are said<br> You just shake your head<br> As i fall to the ground the last thing I feel<br> Is your breath so cold and real<br> Then I here you call to me<br> Your hand holds mine<br> You pull me up into your arms<br> And I am fine</p> <p>No reproduction without permission Copyright Poemmaker 2008</p> <p> <small> <a href="http://poemmaker.blog.co.uk/2008/10/04/i-am-fine-4821333/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>poemlifehttp://poemmaker.blog.co.uk/2008/10/04/i-am-fine-4821333/#commentshttp://poemmaker.blog.co.uk/2008/09/22/poem-nude-4764054/tag:poemmaker.blog.co.uk,2008-09-22:/2008/09/22/poem-nude-4764054/Mon, 22 Sep 2008 19:30:38 +0200 <p>In the wild wood<br> Trees all around me<br> Their leaves shining in the morning dew<br> The trunks reaching to the sky remind me of you<br> I stroll on under the rich canopy of green<br> My feet rustle in the undergrowth<br> My heart so keen<br> Like the crackle of youth long since gone<br> I am now standing under the tree were you first kissed me<br> And the forest floor where we laid the first time you made love to me<br> For I can never forget how you held me so close.<br> The feel of your flesh against my willing body<br> My spirit rose<br> I can still feel it now even though you are no longer near<br> You amazed me by naming all the trees we walked past<br> I can still hear your voice in my head describing the leaves of the oak<br> Then the rains came dripping on our naked bodies till we were soaked<br> I grow up that year so long ago<br> The wood was like a rite of passage<br> Me entering as a girl and finally emerging into the clearing a woman<br> And I owe it all to you dear wood<br> Long may you grow</p> <p>No reproduction without permission Copyright Poemmaker 2008</p> <p> <small> <a href="http://poemmaker.blog.co.uk/2008/09/22/poem-nude-4764054/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>poemnudehttp://poemmaker.blog.co.uk/2008/09/22/poem-nude-4764054/#commentshttp://poemmaker.blog.co.uk/2008/09/09/the-bimbo-4703333/tag:poemmaker.blog.co.uk,2008-09-09:/2008/09/09/the-bimbo-4703333/Tue, 09 Sep 2008 13:50:55 +0200 <p>I am blond with big tits<br> I love to get men to buy me drinks<br> I do that without having to think<br> I don’t wear much<br> Just a tiny top and skinny pants<br> I am a size eight and my tits are fake<br> When I get into my bikini<br> All the men go dreamy<br> Other women don’t like me<br> They say things to me and make me cry<br> One said if I took her boyfriend<br> I would die<br> That was last year and I still don’t know why<br> I not stupid or thick<br> Its just my brains a brick<br> I love to have cock<br> I don’t care were<br> Standing up or even tied to a chair<br> Upstairs or down<br> Inside or out<br> I love to be aired<br> Once I did it on a cricket pitch<br> Then they declared.<br> So next time you see my golden locks on the ground<br> And bum in the air<br> Please don’t ask<br> I’m only getting in another round</p> <p>No reproduction without permission Copyright Poemmaker 2008 </p> <p> <small> <a href="http://poemmaker.blog.co.uk/2008/09/09/the-bimbo-4703333/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>poemlifehttp://poemmaker.blog.co.uk/2008/09/09/the-bimbo-4703333/#commentshttp://poemmaker.blog.co.uk/2008/09/09/typical-bloke-4703073/tag:poemmaker.blog.co.uk,2008-09-09:/2008/09/09/typical-bloke-4703073/Tue, 09 Sep 2008 12:42:40 +0200 <p>I am twenty one and having so much fun<br> The worlds at my feet<br> Boys look at me as they pass<br> Desperately trying to catch my eye<br> Or grab my arse<br> Then they look down a bit<br> Its hot my dress cut low<br> My legs too are on show<br> If I like what I see I smile back my face a glow.<br> I breathe deep<br> My chest sticks out<br> The sun shines off my golden hair<br> The bus is packed<br> Not much air<br> A man at my back pulled up my dress<br> No knickers had I as he touched me there.<br> The man in front felt my nipples grow<br> So he had a grope<br> Just another typical bloke.</p> <p>No reproduction without permission Copyright Poemmaker 2008 </p> <p> <small> <a href="http://poemmaker.blog.co.uk/2008/09/09/typical-bloke-4703073/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>poemlifehttp://poemmaker.blog.co.uk/2008/09/09/typical-bloke-4703073/#commentshttp://poemmaker.blog.co.uk/2008/09/08/my-poor-heart-4698508/tag:poemmaker.blog.co.uk,2008-09-08:/2008/09/08/my-poor-heart-4698508/Mon, 08 Sep 2008 14:10:19 +0200 <p>I sit here on this muddy bank pondering my own reflection in this stream<br> Does she love me?<br> Or does she not?<br> For I know not.<br> Will it break my heart to see?<br> I wonder while resting my weary head on this old tree<br> Can I bear what the answer will bring?<br> I know not why I feel this way<br> I have only known her for one day.<br> And yet the affect is so strongly felt<br> As for my poor heart<br> It will surely melt.</p> <p>No reproduction without permission Copyright Poemmaker 2008 </p> <p> <small> <a href="http://poemmaker.blog.co.uk/2008/09/08/my-poor-heart-4698508/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>poemhttp://poemmaker.blog.co.uk/2008/09/08/my-poor-heart-4698508/#commentshttp://poemmaker.blog.co.uk/2008/09/08/mortality-4698374/tag:poemmaker.blog.co.uk,2008-09-08:/2008/09/08/mortality-4698374/Mon, 08 Sep 2008 13:37:30 +0200 <p>One’s own mortality is never so keen<br> As when a loved one is never again seen!</p> <p>No reproduction without permission Copyright Poemmaker 2008</p> <p> <small> <a href="http://poemmaker.blog.co.uk/2008/09/08/mortality-4698374/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>lifepoemhttp://poemmaker.blog.co.uk/2008/09/08/mortality-4698374/#commentshttp://poemmaker.blog.co.uk/2008/09/03/the-wedding-4677587/tag:poemmaker.blog.co.uk,2008-09-03:/2008/09/03/the-wedding-4677587/Wed, 03 Sep 2008 18:14:00 +0200 <p>Fiona had a school friend called Nicole who was getting married to her childhood sweetheart Colin. She was, of course, invited to the wedding and hen night, and had phoned her to discuss it, catch up on things and get the gossip as you do. By the end of the call she had got me invited too. </p> <p>Now I didn’t know either of them, so was a bit unsure of whether to go or not, but when I said this to Fiona, she made it quite clear that she would not take no for an answer. Then she dropped a bombshell by informing me that not only was I going but I was to be a bridesmaid too. </p> <p>It turned out she was one short and she had persuaded Nicole I would be perfect for the role. However, to make things even worse still if that wasn’t bad enough the eldest bridesmaid was 13 years old and I was 21. She told me I had a dress fitting on that Friday at six at Nicole’s house and she would go with me to make sure all went well. </p> <p>Mrs Houseman and Fiona got to our house at five thirty to take me to the fitting; I was in my jeans and t-shirt when I answered the door. The first thing Fiona asked me was did I have any underwear on? Not, how are you, or was I nervous, (which I was). </p> <p>“Yes,” I said as I went red and looked at her with pleading eyes. </p> <p>“Ok. I will let you keep your jeans and t-shirt just this once. But you know I don’t allow you in underwear so get them off now and be quick. Everyone will be waiting for us and I don’t want to get there late.” </p> <p>So I had no choice but to strip off there in the hall. Fiona did say she was pleased with me for keeping my sex shaved. That made me go all red again I can say. </p> <p>I hurried to put my t-shirt on over my bear tits (which were sticking out through the cotton). I pulled my jeans back up over my smooth pussy, slipped my trainers on again and off we went. Mrs Housemen dropped us both off outside Nicole’s house. </p> <p>She gave Fiona a kiss and off she went, but not before telling me to behave and do what Fiona told me, as she would get to know about it if I didn’t. </p> <p>Fiona knocked at the door. I was shaking by then not knowing what to expect. Nicole opened the door, she was happy to see us and she shook my hand as Fiona introduced us.</p> <p>“The others are in the lounge, follow me through.” </p> <p>We went into a large sitting room with an open fire, thick shag pile carpet and long drapes that reached right down to the floor. The drapes were pulled closed and the main ceiling light illuminated the room. We were introduced to Mrs Williams, the dressmaker, a lady in her late sixty’s with deep bags under her eyes. From working long into the night to keep to the deadlines of many a demanding bride, I thought. </p> <p>There were three other bridesmaids in the room; cute Mandy was the youngest at just four, Paula ten and Becky the thirteen years old. They all had their dresses on already, leaving just me to try mine. The material was like satin, lilac in colour and the dresses came down to just below the knee. Mrs Williams had a worried look on her face as she saw me. </p> <p>“No, no,” she said, “No time left, not this near the wedding, I can work hard but it’s just too late now, Nicole. I made the dress for a fourteen year old, not her.”</p> <p>“I know, don’t worry”, Mrs Williams.” Tanya let me down, boyfriend trouble she said. Can’t be helped. Said Fiona. “When she’s got her hair in bunches she will pass as sixteen, I should know I have seen her”, she added. </p> <p>“It’s her size” Said Mrs Williams, “but the dress will be tight and very short and there’s no time to change it now.” </p> <p>“Let her try it”, Fiona said, “I’m sure she will get away with it just for the wedding.” </p> <p>“I have my heart set on four bridesmaids”, said Nicole, “and it’s my big day I want things to be right “.</p> <p>“Ok,” said Mrs Williams, “It’s your money!” </p> <p>She then turned to me still shaking her head and told me to get undressed while she got the dress. </p> <p>“Here in front of the others”? I said. </p> <p>“Of course! They put their dresses on before you got here; you were late,” she said. </p> <p>All the other bridesmaids looked at me as if to say naughty naughty and Fiona looked cross too. So not wanting to make them worse, I took hold of my t-shirt with both hands and pulled it over my head. The other bridesmaids just looked in shock then whispered to each other. </p> <p>Taking no notice of them I bent over and removed my trainers then unbuttoned my jeans and pushed them down in one go, stepping out of them and standing naked in front of everybody. </p> <p>The whispering got louder. Then suddenly Paula the ten year old said “where’s your knickers Aby”? </p> <p>The room went quiet all eyes on poor me again and I was too scared to speak. </p> <p>That was when Fiona said I didn’t wear them or a bra as they irritated my skin and I liked to show off my tattoo with her name on it. </p> <p>Mrs Williams was unhappy again, saying I can’t wear a dress without knickers, I might mark the dress. </p> <p>“If she does I will pay for it to be cleaned,” said Nicola. </p> <p>Well that seemed to do the trick and she was pulling the dress over my head. She did get it on me in the end and it was tight at the top pulling my tits right into the fabric, making them clearly visible. Worse still, it was so short; the bottom of my bum, so to speak, was on show too. </p> <p>“It will be fine like that,” said Nicola as Mrs Williams looked on disapprovingly. So that was that. All of us bridesmaids took our dresses off together and handed them to Mrs Williams who carefully folded them. </p> <p>"Do your piercings hurt?” Said Becky</p> <p> “A little,” I said, “Do you like them?” </p> <p>“Yes they look good on you but I don’t want any,” she said politely. </p> <p>Poor kid, I know what she meant I thought, but didn’t say anything out loud. I didn’t want pins through my nipples, but for Fiona. </p> <p>After we were all dressed, again we had a drink that was when Colin came home. Now Colin was gorgeous a real hunk, as soon as I set eyes on him I was instantly capitulated, Nicole was one lucky lady. </p> <p>Colin was soon off again to take the other bridesmaids home. Then Nicole said we can stop for tea if we liked, she said She and Fiona had a lot to talk about and she wanted to get to know me more too. Well Fiona accepted on our behalf ringing her mum telling her to pick us up later. I knew my mum would be ok about it as I was with Fiona so no need to ring her. </p> <p>We sat in her kitchen drinking coffee when Colin finally came home. He didn’t seem very happy. </p> <p>“What’s the matter?” Nicola asked him. “Are the bridesmaids happy?” </p> <p>“Yes, of course! It’s worse than that.” </p> <p>This made Nicola very worried, “What’s up?” she said. </p> <p>“Bob rang me, the stripper has cancelled.” </p> <p>“Is that all?” said Nicola. </p> <p>“What do you mean is that all?” he said. “Bob (the best man) said there’s no chance of booking anyone else at this late stage.” </p> <p>I felt awkward and so did Fiona; we were looking at each other hoping not to be caught up in a full-blown argument. I should have guessed what she would say next. </p> <p>“Aby will fill in again won’t you?” said Fiona. “She can do both jobs.” </p> <p>Colin’s face lit up. Men I thought only one thing on their mind. </p> <p>“Please Aby that would be great. Have you done it before?” </p> <p>Before I could say a word, Fiona said I was a nude model. </p> <p>“That’s great,” he said, “Can you dance?” </p> <p>With that, they all wanted me to show them. Looking at Colin’s sexy face how could I refuse. So up I got to the sound of cheering. Nicola put a CD on and I started to dance. </p> <p>Colin was staring at me and I couldn’t take my own eyes off him, so I didn’t notice Fiona was behind me. Not till I felt her at my waist. She was so quick and before I know it my jeans were round my ankles and she would not let go till I let her take them right off with my trainers. I stood there in only my t-shirt in front of them all. </p> <p>Both Colin and Nicole were shouting, “Get them off” Get them off”. </p> <p>With that Fiona stood up took hold of my T-Shirt and yanked it up totally exposing me to Colin and Nicola. Colin’s eyes were on storks, he was almost slathering like a dog. Fiona pulled my t-shirt right over my head and put it with the jeans. I danced a bit more then sat down right next to hunky Colin. </p> <p>We all had tea in the sitting room and talked me naked of course and I was told to be here at seven on Friday next, the day before the wedding. Fiona could bring me as she going on Nicola’s hen night. So I would be alone with sexy Colin and his mates of course. </p> <p>I was very nervous indeed about the stag night and rang Fiona many times that coming week, telling her I couldn’t go through with it. She said I must now they’ve been let down once already and she know how I felt about Colin, it was all over my face that night. </p> <p>So I guess she was right, I had to go, well I was used to getting naked in front of others by now and to tell you the truth it didn’t bother me, in fact it was quite fun seeing the reaction I got. </p> <p>So on the Friday night there I was outside Nicola and Colin’s house with Fiona. Bob had hired a hall tucked away in the country, it had a stage and the bar was organised by the local pub landlord who also happened to be a friend of Bobs. </p> <p>Bob arrived at Seven thirty and Colin and I got into the backseat of his car after Fiona had gave me a quick kiss and told me to enjoy myself. </p> <p>“She’ll do that alright, and so will the lads,” said Colin.</p> <p>When we got to the Hall, I could see it was off the beaten track down a rough road that was overgrown. It didn’t get too much traffic that was for sure. I was a little worried by this, but was sure Colin wouldn’t touch me; he was getting married tomorrow to the lovely Nicola. </p> <p>There was two men in there forties standing outside smoking, when they saw us they whistled. </p> <p>“Nice Tits,” said one.</p> <p>“You can’t see them yet Mick,” said the other a tall not quite so fat man. </p> <p>“No, but I will soon”, then they both laughed. </p> <p>The DJ was playing Status Quo’s Rocking all over the world. When he saw me, he almost dropped the next record. I was given a lager not my normal drink, but all they seem to have and did they have plenty of the stuff. All piled high behind the makeshift bar. </p> <p>As I drank my drink, more people arrived. </p> <p>Then at last, the DJ introduced himself and got Colin up on stage closely followed by me the night’s entertainment as he put it. All the usual wedding jokes came out. </p> <p>Then it was my turn. </p> <p>The DJ played the song from The Full Monty you know the one wear they practice their routine in the dole queue. The Whole room went quiet; I could here the wind rustling the leaves outside and my heart beating so fast I thought it would explode. I started slowly dancing then I removed my trainers one by one dropping them on the stage, I felt the cold wooden floor beneath my feet. I remember thinking about splinters, not the fact I was going to show a room full of horny men my naked body. </p> <p>It was time to turn round back to the crowd. I took hold of my top, pulled it slowly up, and held it there for a minute or two before pulling it over my head and off. Then I slowly turned again holding my top to my tits, before letting it fall to the ground, replacing it with my hands. </p> <p>Cries went out calling “Show us your tits” </p> <p>So I did, letting my hands drop to my side. </p> <p>Everyone went mad, the noise was deafening </p> <p>So I took hold of both nipples in my hands again and pulled and squeezed them, then turning once more with my bum facing my ordinance I undid my jeans and lowered them. When my Bum was on show, I pulled up my jeans again before taking them right down and stepping out of them completely leaving them on the stage. </p> <p>I then stood up and covered my shaven sex. </p> <p>Someone shouted, “Show us your pussy love.” </p> <p>Then they all joined in. </p> <p>I waited a moment then turned to face them totally naked. Starting to make it look like I was touching myself, I rubbed my sex and even put a finger inside myself. It was only then when I realised how turned on I was. </p> <p>I was soaked. </p> <p>The crowd were spellbound, including Colin, and I have to say I was so enjoying it too.<br> Fiona would have been proud of me. </p> <p>The DJ asked Colin to come up on stage, which he did. The tall man I saw outside when I got there shouted. </p> <p>“Touch her then Colin. It’s your last night of freedom mate.” </p> <p>The next thing I know was his hands were all over me. My tits, my shaved pussy and everywhere else too. The room went wild again. </p> <p>Then he pushed me forward so I was bent over and before I knew it, his cock was inching inside me. He was really fucking me right there on stage with everyone watching too and I was enjoying it. </p> <p>What a buzz. </p> <p>It was wild. </p> <p>Then Bob came on stage and put his cock in my mouth as well. Surprisingly Bob came first shooting his load down my throat. I swallowed all I could but some cum ran down my chin. </p> <p>Then Colin got faster and came deep inside me, which triggered my own hard orgasm. </p> <p>What a night that was. </p> <p>##</p> <p>I woke up late, it was the day of the wedding and I’d over slept. Not surprising the night I had. </p> <p>The wedding was at three and we bridesmaids had to be at Colin and Nicola’s at one to get into our dresses and have our hair done by the mobile hairdresser. </p> <p>Colin, how could I face him after last night and Nicola how could I look her in the face knowing her future hubby screwed me and in public? </p> <p>Bound to come out sometime. A divorce may follow quickly. Then I had a thought.<br> He could then marry me. “Pull yourself together Aby for goodness sake,” I said to myself, “<br> He wanted to shag me not marry me”. </p> <p>Still it was nice. </p> <p>I had better get up have a shower and grab some cereal. </p> <p>I got to Nicola’s at just before one. Everyone was in the sitting room again and Mrs Williams was fussing about as usual. </p> <p>“Hello Aby,” she said, “I want you to get your hair done first, before I fit your dress.<br> I don’t want any shampoo on it. Then Maggie can touch it up after it’s on; that way we will both be happy.” </p> <p>Hard to think of Mrs Williams as happy, I thought. </p> <p>“Ok,” I said, “Where is she?” </p> <p>“Who,” she said. </p> <p>“The Hairdresser,” I said </p> <p>“In the kitchen, but you need to be in your underwear, so I can fit the dress when she has finished.” </p> <p>“But I don’t wear underwear.” </p> <p>“Oh you don’t, do you,”said Mrs Williams in a very disapproving voice. “You will have to be naked then won’t you?” She said frowning. </p> <p>So I started undressing once more, then completely nude I went into the Kitchen to meet Maggie and get my hair done. </p> <p>We arrived at the church to the sound of the Bells ringing and went inside Mandy and Paula the youngest bridesmaids leading the way, followed closely behind by Becky and me. </p> <p>Nicola and her father followed us. Nicola gave me some dirty looks and her dad was looking at my bum and legs. So much, so I think it was Nicola who was guiding him not the other way around. </p> <p>Colin looked like Colin Drop dead gorgeous. </p> <p>All us bridesmaids sat together in the same paw. </p> <p>As I sat down the wood was cold to my bear bottom, the dress was far too high when I sat down to offer me any protection at all. </p> <p>The service was lovely and yes, I did cry I always do at weddings. </p> <p>They looked made for each other. But I still think he should’ve been with me. </p> <p>Things were going well till we sat down for the wedding breakfast. </p> <p>The bridesmaids sat on the same table again and Fiona sat on the next table. </p> <p>So not to much time to chat then. The food was great and I was starving by then so it came as a very welcome site. The other bridesmaids had red pop to drink and I had red Wine. </p> <p>Then Paula, bless her, reached out to get a napkin knocking my wine over right on my dress. I shouted at her. Then immediately felt bad for doing so. Everyone looked round and both Fiona and Nicola came over to me. Now I was in for it I thought even though it wasn’t my fault. </p> <p>“You will have to take the dress off so I can soak it and put salt on it,” said Fiona. </p> <p>“Yes that’s a good idea Fiona,” said Nicola, “Be quick before it stains.” </p> <p>“But I don’t have anything on underneath”, I pleaded. </p> <p>They both said that shouldn’t bother me and to hurry up. So I stood up and took it off. Right in front of all the wedding guests. The men were craning to see my tits and their partners were trying to stop them. I sat down now naked as Fiona took my dress away. </p> <p>“What can I wear Nicola”, I said? </p> <p>“Nothing,” she said, “Like last night.” </p> <p>“But that was a stag night.” </p> <p>“I know,” is all she said before heading back to the top table. </p> <p>So I sat there with nothing on till the music started. The bride and groom started the dancing as they do at wedding. Then more people joined in till the floor was full.<br> Bob came over to me and insisted I danced with him. After last night and still being naked, I declined, but he was adamant pulling me up and leading me to the dance floor. </p> <p>Naked Dancing coursed a stir and some couples sat down shaking their heads, even calling me names, I don’t want to repeat. Colin had been drinking heavily and was looking a bit unsteady bless him. When he saw me dancing with Bob he came over to us, but before he could touch me Nicola grabbed me and pulled me off the Dance floor. </p> <p>She took me outside near the wheelie bins. “I know all about last night,” she said, “Colin will be no use to me tonight, the way he’s been drinking, and it’s my wedding night too... You were the last one to get any pleasure from him; you must make it up to me.” </p> <p>She pushed me down on my knees on the mucky floor and lifted her wedding dress. I wasn’t only one not wearing knickers that night. She pulled my head towards her sex and told me to get licking, like I did to Fiona. </p> <p>It turned out Fiona had told her every thing we had got up to and from now on, they both were going to share me.</p> <p>No reproduction without permission Copyright Poemmaker 2008</p> <p> <small> <a href="http://poemmaker.blog.co.uk/2008/09/03/the-wedding-4677587/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>nudeadultsexyhttp://poemmaker.blog.co.uk/2008/09/03/the-wedding-4677587/#commentshttp://poemmaker.blog.co.uk/2008/08/31/if-only-4662204/tag:poemmaker.blog.co.uk,2008-08-31:/2008/08/31/if-only-4662204/Sun, 31 Aug 2008 16:31:28 +0200 <p>A dog barks in the dead of night<br> Can somebody turn on the light?<br> I know not who<br> Why am i shaking like this?<br> What is happening to me?<br> I just can't see<br> Who are you?<br> What did you say?<br> You can't treat me This way!<br> I once had a life you know<br> Before all of this.<br> Let me go now please<br> If i could have one wish<br> If onlyI could make it right<br> And you would last all night<br> I know its the drink<br> That makes you this way<br> OK Just one more time Then<br> Tomorrows a busy day<br> I work so hard for you<br> I cook,clean and look after you<br> Even when your mates come round<br> You keep me naked all the time<br> I can't get away<br> But still i don't mind<br> If only you loved me!</p> <p>No reproduction without permission Copyright Poemmaker 2008 </p> <p> <small> <a href="http://poemmaker.blog.co.uk/2008/08/31/if-only-4662204/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>nudepoemhttp://poemmaker.blog.co.uk/2008/08/31/if-only-4662204/#commentshttp://poemmaker.blog.co.uk/2008/08/31/never-alone-4662171/tag:poemmaker.blog.co.uk,2008-08-31:/2008/08/31/never-alone-4662171/Sun, 31 Aug 2008 16:19:12 +0200 <p>Men may come<br> And men may go<br> What really matter<br> Is the love they show<br> If they are there with a loving smile<br> A few kind wordsAnd a hug<br> When you are down<br> They can lift you up<br> And take away that frown<br> It will mean the world<br> To know their there<br> So please don't despair<br> For when they Don't your friends will care<br> So when you lie in bed at night<br> And turn out the light<br> You may be on your own<br> But there will always be a friendly voice<br> At the end of the phone. </p> <p>No reproduction without permission Copyright Poemmaker 2007 </p> <p> <small> <a href="http://poemmaker.blog.co.uk/2008/08/31/never-alone-4662171/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>poemlifehttp://poemmaker.blog.co.uk/2008/08/31/never-alone-4662171/#commentshttp://poemmaker.blog.co.uk/2008/08/31/over-the-rainbow-4662148/tag:poemmaker.blog.co.uk,2008-08-31:/2008/08/31/over-the-rainbow-4662148/Sun, 31 Aug 2008 16:13:46 +0200 <p>Over the rainbow lies a million questions<br> A million dreams<br> A million thoughts<br> To much for one person to conceive<br> But both of us together<br> Can work it out<br> That i truly believe<br> For all I am is a fleeting image in time<br> Not long enough to even count stars in the night sky<br> So we must act now and take flight<br> And sail on the wind<br> To lands afar<br> Were our heart and minds can finely rest<br> In each others arms<br> For all eternally<br> Amen</p> <p>No reproduction without permission Copyright Poemmaker 2007 </p> <p> <small> <a href="http://poemmaker.blog.co.uk/2008/08/31/over-the-rainbow-4662148/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>poemlifehttp://poemmaker.blog.co.uk/2008/08/31/over-the-rainbow-4662148/#commentshttp://poemmaker.blog.co.uk/2008/08/31/be-true-to-yourself-4662137/tag:poemmaker.blog.co.uk,2008-08-31:/2008/08/31/be-true-to-yourself-4662137/Sun, 31 Aug 2008 16:10:28 +0200 <p>Don't worry what people say<br> Tomorrow is another day<br> Don't worry what you do<br> As long as it does't hurt<br> Anyone in any way<br> Do not change to please<br> Or for friendship to win<br> Or to fit in<br> To deny yourself who you really are<br> Is one step to far<br> And an act you can't keep playing out<br> You must be true to yourself<br> For that there is no doubt</p> <p>No reproduction without permission Copyright Poemmaker 2007 </p> <p> <small> <a href="http://poemmaker.blog.co.uk/2008/08/31/be-true-to-yourself-4662137/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>lifepoemhttp://poemmaker.blog.co.uk/2008/08/31/be-true-to-yourself-4662137/#comments