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Wicked Wednesday: Titanic

Titanic at the dock

See page for author [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons

A voyage heavy with wonder…
Excitement…
No Trepidition
of what would be.

Lovers enchanted…
Dancing…
Kissing
while watching the sea.

Making love in their cabin…
Sweetly…
Deeply
looking in each other’s eyes.

Would either survive…
Clinging…
Hoping
not to die but to thrive.

 

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Wicked Wednesday: Vintage Art

The woman walked through the gallery
Admiring  the art that she did see.
When suddenly she stopped in shock
And paused her afternoon art walk.

For hanging there upon the wall
A portrait that was seen by all,
Enclosed in an ornate silver frame
A picture of immense acclaim.

She pursed her lips and viewed the scene
Of a nude girl who seemed to preen.
As she bent over, let’s be frank,
She had a firm, round ass to spank.

And wearing only high black boots
That accentuated firm, toned glutes,
She waited patiently for him
To strike her upturned ass again.

The elder woman gave a chuckle
Chewing on her ungloved knuckle
Staring at the painting fraught
With sexuality not forgot.

She caught my eye and chuckled more
I thought her knuckle must be sore
And I decided I must ask
What she found shocking, yet a gas.

“The painting doesn’t shock per se,”
She told me in her quiet way.
“What shocked me was I saw it here.
I haven’t seen it in many a year.”

Confusion covered up my face,
She touched my hand and closed the space.
“You see,” she said, with a bit of glee,
“That woman in the painting’s me.”

I couldn’t quite hide my surprise,
And looking deep into my eyes
She nodded, blushed, and said “It’s true,
I wonder if you wished it you.”

And all that I could do was nod,
And smile at her, as I was awed.
I didn’t have much more to say,
So I stepped back and walked away.

I left her lost in reverie
Reliving a good memory.
Her spirit lifted for the day,
And I hoped it would stay that way.

 

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Wicked Wednesday: Venus In Fur

Guillaume Seignac [CC BY 2.0], via Wikimedia Commons

Guillaume Seignac [CC BY 2.0], via Wikimedia Commons

I’ll undress before the fire, sliding off my purple bra,
revealing nipples hard as rocks,
stepping out of panties that are wet from my wanting you.

On the floor are various furs,
Soft and sensual between my toes.

I lie down, wrapping them around me,
my body caressed like by your hands
sliding all over my body.

I am waiting for you.

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Wicked Wednesday: Bubbles

jacuzzi pool

By Matt @ PEK from Taipei, Taiwan (jacuzzi pool) [CC BY-SA 2.0], via Wikimedia Commons

Bubbles in my bath
Bubbles in my wine
Bubbles everywhere I look
Feeling loose and fine

Join me in my bath
Have a drink with me
Love me in the water
And set my spirit free.

 

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Wicked Wednesday: Shopping

Souvenir wooden penises in Costa Rica. ©2017 Sammi Lou Thorne

Souvenir wooden penises in Costa Rica. ©2017 Sammi Lou Thorne

Shopping in the US is one of my favorite activities – I can do it from morning until night. Usually this is for clothes, shoes, or furniture, but when I’ve been traveling in the states, I’ve also done shopping for souvenirs. It’s quite different here, though, than in Costa Rica.

I recently came back from 10 amazing days in Costa Rica. One of the fun things we got to do when not exploring was to buy souvenirs. These were regular souvenir shops: no age restrictions. They sold a bit of everything: t-shirts, bags, pipes, mugs, and lots of wooden items. What kind of wooden items, right on the shelf? Coffee cups, shot glasses, models (cars, animals), bowls, penises, keychains, sculptures…yes, yes I did say dicks.

Amongst the rows of bowls, trivets, and vases were two shelves full of wooden penises. They were quite lovely – brown wood and black (the black ones larger), and some had little bowls on the balls for…rings or small items; others had can opener tops, and still other, smaller penises that had keychain fobs attached. All of them either had Costa Rica written in white on the surface or burned into the shaft.

Of the group that I was with, the teens thought it was funny and went off to look at shirts. One woman was horrified, and I didn’t think she could get out of the aisle fast enough. But the other woman I was with and I got the giggles, and we were comparing the sizes and shapes. She picked up one of the bottle openers – it was basically a penis lying on its side with the bottle opener part at the tip. She shook her head, still giggling, and then took it up to the counter, where she asked the clerk (in Spanish, but in English here):

Souvenir wooden penis bottle opener in Costa Rica. ©2017 Sammi Lou Thorne

Souvenir wooden penis bottle opener in Costa Rica. ©2017 Sammi Lou Thorne

“What is this?” waving the wooden penis in her hand.

The clerk nonchalantly replied, “It’s a bottle opener.”

We all laughed, and decided we had to come home with wooden penises, so we bought the bottle openers and the keychains. The clerk wrapped them well in bubble wrap, and they did clear customs and didn’t set off alarm bells in my carry-on. But really, what was a TSA agent going to do? If he asked me what they were, I was going to tell him, truthfully, “bottle openers and key chains.”

I did a lot more shopping in Costa Rica, but that is definitely the most memorable souvenir shopping I’ve ever done.  And the best bottle opener I own.

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