Steamy in the bedroom
It's that certain time of day again. The time you love the most.
Not the time you chat with Cheryl or chew on jam-smothered toast.
Is it time for Leah's bedtime? The story about the duck.
Is it news time on the telly? No. It's time for you to fuck.
You wait for Steven to strip down first, from his shirt down to his socks,
And that is when you sit there paralyzed, staring at his cock.
You watch him get excited, you watch his penis rise,
Nothing's even started yet but there's desperation in his eyes.
Maybe this will be the night, where you finally won't get distracted,
By crying, screaming kids, just when his anal walls get compacted.
You love that tight, tight feeling, the grip around your dick,
And now Steven's tongue was waving, and you wait for him to lick.
He slurps, spits and splutters all over the place, sucks you like a flaming lolly,
Nothing will keep you dry tonight, not even a waterproof brolly.
His force is like a powered hoover, You latch on to his sucking,
You want to get on to the good stuff now; you want to get on to the fucking.
You need to coax him off slightly but you don't want to bring him sorrow.
"Be careful there now Steven, I want to be able to talk tomorrow."
He slides his tongue out of your mouth, and whilst you catch your breath,
He starts to groan and grunt loudly, it almost makes you deaf.
Your hand is moving up and down, his penis like a pump,
"You okay there Steven?" You're both ready for a hump.
You separate his bum cheeks, gently pulling them apart,
You feel his body pounding, a fast beating in his heart.
He hushes you as you make noises, he doesn't want the kids to overhear.
And that's when you insert yourself into his body, a current runs right through his rear.
The feeling is electric, there's power and a spark as you connect.
He struggles to control his penis, which is now much harder and erect.
"Come on now Brendan that feels good," and he demands that you go faster,
You block out the rest of the world now, anything else can wait 'til after.
He buckles in his seatbelt as he rides around on your penis,
You can take him anywhere, out of space, Uranus, or all the way to Venus.
You pull yourself away now, it's your turn for some pleasure.
Steven can't be too greedy but it's moments like this you treasure.
"It's my turn there now Steven," and he gives you arse a spank.
He doesn't look really bothered though, fair was fair and wank was wank.
You both change your tactics. Your sexual movement it turns oral.
He lays there looking beautiful, like a rainbow, beach or coral.
He really was delicious. You were both like bangers and mash.
You were soaked in his cummy gravy, it was there, all over your tash.
You grab hold of his bollocks; you rub and massage his balls.
And that's when the door opens and he thrusts you again the wall.
"Just me love," it was Cheryl, and she acts like nothing's happened,
"What the fuck was that about Steven?" and you're so tempted to slap him.
You don't though, you're all shaky, you were still in orgasm mode,
You wouldn't hurt Steven anyway; you loved him, even if he laughed like a toad.
Why did everything have to be over? Why did good things have to end so fast.
You really enjoyed your sex with Steven, and you wanted it to last.
