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Fireman, Fireman

by B. Boucaud -The Erotic Princess


Lying across the bed one day naked and free

I felt a strong commanding presence, coming to rescue me

Heard the stairs creek slightly, footsteps getting close

Needed a strong hero to give me what I needed the most

 

He burst in the room like an animal, not revealing his name

His mighty hands started going slowly up my moist ample frame

Then a face was suddenly placed in a spot I don’t dare name

Something endlessly exploring everything that made me female

I was turned on by a tongue that was definitely alpha male

 

When I was abruptly turned over and a huge hose was rammed inside

I closed my eyes, held on tight and enjoyed this explosive rough ride

Within my burning walls, a three-alarm fire was raging

And he was trying to extinguish it all

For he heard me screaming in the distance and he came to answer my call

 

And the fireman came to do a job and I was not putting up a fight

The way he stoked my inferno I knew he could battle it all night

He was my private civil servant and he came to lay some serious pipe

Once he finished the task at hand, I knew that I would be all right

 

As always thanking God for my most wonderful gift

He gave me mouth to mouth so hard I got a climatic lift

Could have sworn I heard loud sirens going off in my mind

As ripples of excitement ran quickly down my spine

How the hell did I get so lucky to make this hero all mine?

 

Fireman, fireman, I admire your bravery

Thank you for coming to rescue a damsel in distress like me


© B. Boucaud -The Erotic Princess

 
 

 

Release

by Sinsual

 

As she ran her fingers over the length of it, she remembered the last time they were together. She lightly touched every curve- curves that she knew so well, curves that were molded for her body alone. The hardness of it pleased her, it symbolized strength. She drew pleasure in the knowledge that she would be the one to draw its strength and leave it warm, resting, and pliable.

The warmth she felt was amazing. She never felt so close, so intimate, so needed. Lying there wondering what her next move would be she realized that closeness, that intimacy, that overwhelming carnal need, was the very force that drives her to this moment every time…

After deciding on the perfect color, length, and size, she went to the front counter and purchased her new pair of pumps.   Exhausted, spent, and glowing she walked out into the street.

 

© Sinsual