Ah, sweet venom, the Cobra spits...
And desperate bits his tail...
Exposing his green within
thus, all to no avail...
The mongoose has the scent...
A delicacy slithers by and by
and unaware the snake is rent
just food for thought pre-excrement
the mongoose gives a sigh...

My wife is a sweet heart...true enuff
but what she doesn't know is a lot
she'll never find out about me running a bluff
and there's no way in hell she'll know about Dott

And I'm sure as hell not saying a thing
about all those nights back when I was young
or that time when I enjoyed a fling
with those 3 sisters all 3 and almost got hung


And then there's the time I passed out cold
from drinkin' jack daniels right out of the bottle
and woke up 3 hours later with Amy and Jill
without my pants and a gal on my trottle...

No I won't tell....and you better not either
I don't want to hurt you so you best keep it quiet
With Amy on top and me beneath her
while Jill kept saying "get off...let me try it..."

Well I don't have to tell you
I'm sure that you know
they had their way as all women do
they kept me there and wouldnt let me go

I suppose I resisted I tried to escape
I swear that I did... I did what I could
they threatened if I didn't they'd say it was rape
so I did what they told me and did it real good

After a while and they had had their way
I lay there exhausted and weak from abuse
I had no more strength to keep them at bay
and I begged for mercy but they would take no excuse

and junior was all used and limp by my thigh
stickie and drippy and drained every drop
the girls assured me I wasn't going to die
as they came back to me I begged them to stop

Amy and Jill like two cats in heat
began their torture of me all anew
clawing and pawing at me like meat
in my condition what could I do?

Amy was nimble and jumped on the bed
she straddled my knees and lowered her head
I can't begin to describe it-the things that she did
it's probably best if the words pass unsaid

And Jill that lovely young thing she bounced on too
making herself cozy astride my face
I know it's bazaar but I tell you what's true
and Amy went all the way down to the base


Jill was rubbing her cunt 'ginst my face
demanding I stick out my tongue and lick
I did as I was told I had no choice in this case
and I'm thinking my tongue got as hard as my dick

Now you might not believe it
but I tell you no lies
I licked at her slit
till I had tears in my eyes
there was no relief she held my hair tight
two fists full of my curly brown hair
moaning and growning on thru the night
while I struggled to breath my nose needed air

Oh mercy have mercy please I declare
my pleadings are muffled with pussy and hair
keep working that mouth stick your tongue in there
I can still hear her words don't stop! don't you dare!

My loins were throbbing my balls were on fire
I arched my back so I could go deeper
her mouth took it all like she knew my desire
knowing my size I was sure it would choke her

Amy! Oh Amy! You devilish thing
where oh where did you acquire that skill
I wondered as Jill began to start screaming
she must be going to come this girl named Jill

And sure enough she did! Yes she did!
she came with a force that took my breath away
she rubbed and bounced oh lord forbid
she smothering my nose and the devil to pay
God let me live don't let me die now
some air for my lungs as she rode my face
I grasped her behind and managed somehow
I took in some air as she quickened the pace

and thru it all as Jill was concluding
Amy impalled on my throbbing erection
continued to torture it without interluding
sucking and slirping with utter perfection

I knew that the time for cumming was coming
I felt the impending explosion was near
I remind you my friend this is all unbecoming
so bear with me ole pal for the end is not here

Though I believed it would happen and happen soon
the girl stopped her efforts and eruptly desisted
and without completion releasing my poon
letting it fall from her mouth while the trobbing persisted

Why did she do it what was the plan now
as Jill dismounted and moved to my feet
Amy ascended to straddle my brow
and Jill took her place her face impaled on my meat

Oh this isn't good I thought when the girl was replaced
another cunt was again pressed to my face
Lick it my boy lick it good you'll enjoy the taste
put that mouth to my cunt and keep up the pace

my load would soon be spent I hopefully believed
that the girl impalled on my rod would succeed
and cause me to cum and thus be relieved
so I busied myself with the distasteful deed

I felt the tongue of the girl on my knees
as it flittered about my stem and its base
I've never known girls quite such as these
Not before or after nor any other place

Yes my friend the task was done
they finished me off and I made them cum
and we parted ways with the morning sun
now keep your promise and keep it mum

There are other tales that I've lived in my day
and in due course I may write them down
so that others may know 'fore the memories fade away
before I grow weiry and am laid in the ground.

I release you from your promised secrecy
That oath you gave when I began this tale
I've changed my mind about the delicacy
just promise to be true to the fine detail

it should be noted and I trust you agree
the joys of life can not always be free
but some things in life are bound to be
I have few regrets of having been me....

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My wife and I agree
that all we can be
that is you and I
is friends you and me

my present wife that is
the one that comforts me
the one that lives with me
the one that rescued me


she accepts that you and I
were a couple once upon a time
that you and I were lovers
back when I was in my prime

she knows the story very well
you see, I've told her everything
though she seems to understand
she knows it was just a fling

a sometimes wild and crazy thing
perhaps poor judgement on my part
and yet it seems to me
I've always known my heart

"you're just a man." she says
my wife she knows me well
"you can not be held to blame"
for the tales that others tell

she says just let it go
the girl is passed you now
no matter what she feels
she will survive some how

I told my wife the truth
I held back no fine detail
"the girl was my lover once"
and I continued with the tale

I told her 'bout the times
and how I had desire
and how my other wife refused
to satisfy my fire

it's all just history now
those days when lust was fresh
deprived of all reward
I craved the touch of flesh

that wife she knew me not
even when I would plead
she refused to hear my pain
she turned and let me bleed

I tried to understand
I wanted to see her side
I asked her "please explain"
"just tell me what you hide"

her answer was incomplete
her words were cold and hard
I will never forget their sound
a sound with out regard

they hurt and hurt me still
the words she uttered then
those words so long ago
return again again again...

the days and nights return
those aweful hurtful memories
and haunt me to this day
the nightmares tell the stories

I wish I could forget
I wish I knew the ways
I long to live in peace
with out those dreadful days

if only I had known
if only I had realized
it all was not required
my heart was paralyzed

if only I had thought
"I have got to calculate"
to make it all be right
but now it is too late

the time has come and gone
the past is ever done
I have no way to repair
cruel yesterday's dispair

I believe I am happy...
But am I as happy as I could be?
I could be a lot of things...the possibilities are supposedly endless...
I am content to believe that I am as happy as I can be...

But can I be happier?
Surely
There is no end to the possibilities...
As long as my mind is willing to imagine...

Have I ever been happier?
I suppose so
It could be...
At one point or another...

Like the time I became a father for the first time
or the second time or the last time...

Or the first time I actually had sex...
With a real live woman...
And not just one of my imagination...
I was pretty happy about that.

Actually I’m more than a little happy
every time I have sex with a real woman
sex with an imaginary one isn’t too bad either
not really
I think that I have been happy more often with the fake ones
than with the real ones
but that’s okay
even bad sex is usually good sex
pretend sex is better than no sex
sex is a good thing...
And it makes me happy
I like being happy
being happy is a good thing
happy sex is even better

alone sex is usually less complicated
no need for negotiations or compromises
less chance of one person or the other being disappointed
no permissions or submissions required.
And it’s always free
unless one feels the need for accessories
or intimate aids such as lubes and fake vaginas
it’s good to know that these are optional
in any event sex is good
it makes people happy
So I guess I’ve had my share of happiness in that way
and there’s always the next time to look forward to
that makes me happy too
for the time being that is
one is not always sure there will be a next time
sometimes the happy tool just loses its happy
or circumstances take away the equipment’s ability to function
that could happen
that would not make me happy
that would make me unhappy
it happened once upon a time
and I was quite unhappy
maybe more unhappy than I had ever been
but it’s okay now...mostly
and that makes me happy
being unhappy in that way was very bad
I hope that I am never unhappy in that way again
being unhappy about that causes unhappy things to happen
one unhappy thing can effect other happy things
and I wouldn’t want that
those other happy things need to keep being happy
so that I will be happy to be alive...generally

So what could make me happier?
I suppose being young again would be one thing
but that’s not going to happen
there’s not much point in thinking about that
but sometimes I do
just for the fun of it
it makes me happy to remember the good times
there were a few
more than a few perhaps
the danger in remembering the olden days
is that unhappy times seem to come to mind too
they appear to be connected in some way
there should be a way to forget the sad times
but then the good times might get erased too
and that would be bad
so I guess I will just be happy that I can remember all of it
the good and the bad
the happy and the sad.
I suppose it’s alright
I don’t recall ever regretting that I can remember things
forgetting things can be a bad thing
specially if it is a pleasant memory
of a happy time.
I hope I never forget the old times...

How else would I know if I’m happier now
or if I am just happy to be alive
happy to be here
happy to be anywhere
happy to have been alive yesterday
happiness is a good thing
so I’m pretty sure I am happy