Welcome to Free Erotica Friday
Every Friday we give you FREE erotica from some of the very best authors in the world of erotic fiction.
With us today, we have Plumptious Pea; mother, blogger and poet. Not only is her name a mouthful of lusciousness, but her erotic poetry with its equal measures of lustful and scorching heat, has gotten our tongues in a twist…
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She never did much like algebra
it made her fidgety & contort
her thighs on unsanded bare wood
for a skirt far too short..
But this is Sunday School
and dutifully learn she must
letting the pencil swirl on her fingertips
between stolen glances of lust..
Her fingers are tapped with a ruler
it snaps back her slutty mind’s focus
at eye level there’s an excitable bulge
she blushes as she needs to refocus..
Black patent shoes pointed together
as shy as the white socks she wore
a familiar heat rises within her
since forever she’s longed to be his whore..
As she leans in to concentrate
the peek of pale breasts give a show
she hears him cough accordingly
she smiles, her lips of bordeaux..
With a cool exterior he watches her
cute red hair tied up in a bunch
he daydreams of lifting her tight grey skirt
and dining on her ass for his lunch..
She looks around the familiar room
she knows this is where he works
this is where she’ll bring him his cognac later
being his wife who adores all his quirks..
Un amour, deux esprits, trois trous ..
The invisible chords of adoration
Of lovers union bound,
A hankering to serve each other,
As mutual weakness is found.
Separate entities forge one path,
Fluidity of thoughts run free
And a tryst of ideas come forth,
In infinite creativity.
Hot chasms freely given over,
Owned chambers gaped so wide
Dark nests to lose those minds in,
And for that love, to unhide.
I’m Plumptious Pea, I’m exactly what it says on the tin. I’m a mummy to three of whom are 18, 13 & 4. I’m an erotic blogger, poet, voice artist and amateur photographer. Each of my passions stand alone and simultaneously interlink with one another. I’m currently unpublished as a poet, but it is a dream of mine to be published one day. I’d also like to expand my love of photography to that of photographing others. I live for the process of creating, whether it’s aural, photographic or with words. It makes my brain happy. And that rocks my world. Pea ~x~
Enjoy more of Plumptious Pea’s sensuous poetry here.
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