Celebrate Pi Day -- gobbleslurp her sweet juicy peach pie, 'the dearest morsel of the earth', and imbibe her sacred essence.
Saturday, March 14, 2020
Wednesday, December 25, 2019
'Tis the season for worship at the altar of Venus, celebrating the ancient and noble art of pussy licking, greedily gorging like a pig at the trough at the grand Feast of St. Lickapuss, and snogging her peach under the mistletoe.
Wednesday, October 30, 2019
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Monday, December 31, 2018
'Sing a song of sixpence, a pocket full of rye;
Four and twenty blackbirds baked in a pie.'
The evil weed is now legal in Canada and I can fearlessly indulge my magnificent obsession of eating pussy with the munchies. My tireless insatiable tongue seeks a libidinous pillow princess for prolonged adoring worship and enthusiastic pussy pie gobbleslurping. However she likes it, for as long as she wants, until she squeals and squirts and floods my hungry mouth and throat with torrents of yummy goddess nectar -- and collapses in quivering whimpering orgasmic bliss.
Monday, December 24, 2018
not a creature was stirring, not even my bone
her panties were hung by the chimney with care
in hopes that Saint Lickalot soon would be there
fondling and fingering, my intentions were lewd
when out on the lawn there rose such a cry
my dick went all limp, and she went all dry
so up to the window I sprang like an elf
and opened the blind while she diddled herself
the moon shone bright on the snowgirl we built
a broom up her ass, right up to the hilt
and what to my wondering eyes did appear
but a fur-lined sleigh with eight studly reindeer
and a lascivious driver so spry and so quick
I knew in a flash it must be St. Lick
now sure as I'm speaking, he was high as a kite
he yelled to his team but it didn't sound right
'whoa Stupid, whoa Bumface, whoa Dickhead, whoa Klutz
slow down this sleigh, or I'll cut off your nuts !'
then down the chimney he crashed like a lout
eyes bulged with lust and dick hanging out
she smiled and sighed and giggled with glee
his dingus you see hung down to his knee
his clothes reeked of perfume and pussy galore
he look liked a bum and smelled like a whore
' That was some cathouse ! ' he said with a grin
and cackled and snorted and wiped off his chin
so he bustled and opened his big bag of toys
clit vibes for girls, worn panties for boys
and a dildo so long it lay rolled in a coil
nipple clamps, butt plugs and all kinds of oil
he licked and slurped her quivering wet cunt
and gorged like a lion at the end of the hunt
he humped and pumped like a mad rutting steed
leaving her coochie overflowing with seed
so filthy and nasty was this raunchy old soul
he reached for the lube and greased her bumhole
then he spread her cheeks with a wink and a lick
and right up her ass slid his massive stiff prick
then sniffing his finger beneath his red nose
he hooted and cackled before he arose
I heard him exclaim as he flew out of sight
Saturday, October 06, 2018
Prior to partaking of a grand feast it's customary to offer an expression of gratitude and thanks. So in honour of Canadian Thanksgiving and with apologies to Robert Burns, I offer this wee poem:
The Gobbler's Grace
some have meat but cannot eat
and some would eat but want it
but you have meat
and I can eat
so for this feast be thank it
Tuesday, August 14, 2018
'the dearest morsel of the earth'
-- Shakespeare, Romeo and Juliet
Dreams of the endless feast, a cheeky smorgassbord of female flesh, fine dining fit for a king or queen, the intoxicating aroma of sweaty cunt, warm juicy peach pie, sweet yummy gushing nectar, and the last supper.
I pull up a chair and gaze at the menu. Luscious soft thighs, sparse patch of soft silky maidenhair above, plump and succulent like oozing filet mignon medium rare, slightly parted glistening labia below, and lower still, a tiny pink puckered rosebud.
It's customary and obligatory to offer thanks and praise before a momentous spiritual feast so I borrow from Robert Burns;
Some have meat but cannot eat
and some would eat but want it
But I have meat and I can eat
So for this feast be thankit
I move closer and deeply inhale the intoxicating musky fragrance of her femininity. The scent of hot sweaty cunt wafts in my nostrils and stuns my olfatory organ sending shockwaves throughout my entire being and inflaming primal hunger and lust.
I begin slowly and gently, lapping up the copious honey syrup that has oozed all over her genitalia and between her thighs and the crack of her luscious ass. Tongue instinctively writhing and squirming and probing her pouting silky lips., becoming feverish as she mews and moans and whispers yes. Compelled to seek out her swollen clit and begin the slow eternal dance of lips and clit and tongue. Grunting and gorging and gobbleslurping like a beast at the trough until she convulses in excruciating agony and torrents of yummy joy juice gush into my thirsty mouth. A shuddering cerebral orgasm washes over me like a tsunami when I swallow.
The feast continues endlessly until she finally begs for relief, quivering and whimpering from countless intense squealing clitoral explosions. Her girl pearl aching and swollen and unable to continue, her love purse fluttering and purring.
Then I place her face down on the table and continue my delicious feast of debauched dreams -- with her exquisite luscious asshole.
Saturday, June 02, 2018
there is a house in old Toronto
they call the Writhing Tongue
where it's been the pleasure
of many a sweet girl
to squeal and squirt and cum
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