Normal

The only suitable mirror was in her
parents' room so she waited 'til they were out and
wondered if it was
normal to be so secretive, but she
wanted so to see what
she could only feel.

It was awkward getting
angle and light right but then
there it was, something so
complex she stared at it for
ages, wondering if it was
normal, those curious

wisps of hair and the
plumping vertical oval--was that
normal? It looked ugly but
drew her fingers to explore the
startlingly sensitive flesh--
was that normal?

Was it normal to be so wet? to be so
excited? to feel so bad and
so good? Was that
normal?

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Tongues

She felt the living thing within her

twitch and tense and

cry out through that

wry mouth her mouth encompassed,

speaking a salty language that made her

blush and which she

struggled to comprehend.

Had

“Has he had you?” her friend asked and

she had to think what

“had” meant, with it’s

implication of taking, owning,

inhabiting her body, and her

mind filled with images of herself on her

knees, bent over, against walls, in

sight of others, shared,

stuffed, loving it.....”Well

yes,” she said, “I suppose he

has.”

Beach Mother 2

The girl walked proudly alongside her

mother, watching how she

existed in her heels, how she

held her head up and her

back straight so her

breasts were thrust forward and how her

hips swung lazily as she

sauntered along the beachfront

past the hot glances of men,

past their ill-concealed erections, and the

girl slowed her usual haste, trying to

draw those eyes, make them

want her as much as her mother and she

knew then that soon she would be

making the same feral noises her

mother made behind her bedroom door.

Beach Mother 1

The boy lay next to his

sunbathing mother and watched

other boys and men look

longingly at her oiled and

near-naked body and he

suddenly understood, so he

went walkabout watching girls who

ignored him and mothers who

watched their chicks like hawks and he

found himself being those

other boys (and men) as he

approached his mother’s body and

saw her as they saw her, with those

small breasts in their hands and those

long legs wrapped around them and that

sweet mouth full of

demanding obscenities and a

queue behind of other men

(and boys) which he would

happily join.

Delilah

She was such a tiny thing but her

thin thighs could almost

cut my head from my shoulders, her

fine fingers left

deep gouges in my back and her

slender pelvis could lift

twice her weight whenever the

fury of her orgasm turned

Delilah into Samson.

Succubus

The succubus spoke of the

pleasures she would show me, of

grandes horizontales versed in

every vice, of harems

bulging with oriental beauty, of

discreet orgies in my honour, of

yummy mummies dropping their

babies at nursery then

dropping their knickers for me, of

virgins adept at anal congress and

sweet girls who loved to get their

knees dirty, but all the while her

figure got fainter as I

slipped away, dreaming of

just one thing, once, to

completion.