I was not going to participate in this month post, and in a way I still am not, but then the topic reminded me of a poem I posted in the past from my sexy library co-worker, we call her Big Kat. Here is her rendition of a “sweet sensation.”
Side note, Big Kat is also mentioned on yesterday’s post as Linda.
“Notes from a Dirty Old Woman” (or: “And on the Eighth Day, God Created Unclean Thoughts”) by Big Kat
She told them not to leave her alone with him–
because then she’d have to tear off her clothes
She thought of colors in terms of food
(His skin was the color of coffee ice cream, his neatly braided hair
reminded her of the edge of a Safeway chocolate cake)
All of it making her hungry
In her mind’s eye only
She was the one who ran her fingers gently down the spaces between those braids
Her sweat mingling with his as they both tried to hold back
Her tongue making lazy circles on his nipples afterwards
She was the one to smear Cool Whip and warm chocolate sauce
all over his naked body
And to lick it off very slowly
Until he cried out
She was the one to reach her hands up inside his loose cotton t-shirt
breathing hard against his neck now
working her fingers through the warm taffy of
that smoothly muscled back
She was the one breaking it off with him
(it was wonderful while it lasted)
You’re a dirty old woman, she muttered to herself
Your friend Big Kat sounds awesome. Hardly surprising, if she hangs out with you.
Tell her thanks for sharing this with us, even if it was from a while back.
– PB
Too nice, and we all gotta get in touch with that dirty old girl from time to time, ya know??