Tease Me

Tease me

Please me

Tickle me

Please

“Really that's your erotic poem that you have spent three hours writing. Well three hours looking at; what was it you called it inspiration? Research? no, finding your muse that was it. I call it bloody porn” she said leaning over her husband to read the word document, that he had flicked back to every time she entered the room. She slammed the laptop shut and stormed out.

Greg had sat back in his chair, she just didn’t understand him, didn’t understand his work. One day he would show her.

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That was earlier before she packed her bags and went off to her mother's.  I hate that woman. No not the wife, my mother in law she has been wanting for this for years. It's all her fault my darling Penny has left. Nagged her constantly, always telling her what a bad husband I am. What would she know miserable old cow, just because her husband left her.

Get this when she came to pick Penny up she took the bloody router, how am I expected to work now. I mean a man needs his internet, it’s a human right.

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I've shown them free WiFi in the pub, can't use my research sites, adult content apparently.  Bloody prudes. But plenty I can do, chatting to some tart she keeps sending me photos not the same though. All helps though, got loads of work done.

Tease Me

Please Me

Tickle Me

Please

Suck Me

Lick Me

Bite Me

Please

“What do you think it's coming on isn't it?” The barmaid nodded, hers tits bobbed up and down as she did.  I licked my lips, I’d rather lick those, maybe later. “Its an erotic poem love” I gave her my best seductive smile “It’ll turn you one when it’s finished.” She smiled back, I’m in there.

Peep! my mobile lit up with another message

You still there lover boy?

Yep you bet

Do you know what I want you to do to me?

I was getting excited now,  reached down and gripped my cock through his trousers, it was firming up what a waste. If I’d been at home, could have enjoyed this more. Bitch taking the router.

Peep!

Nope what do you want me to do to you? Do you want me to lick your bristols? Or nibble your pussy?

Nope, keep guessing

I was getting very hot under the collar now, may have to nip to the loos in a minute, unless I can persuade that barmaid to pop out back with me. I gave her a smile and a wink, she looked away.

Peep!

Go on

Send me a photo first

I can’t really, oh hang on.

I went through my phone, searching for a photo, must have one somewhere. I  normally delete them, so the missus don’t find them. Not that it was any of her business, I mean it's not as if I’m cheating or anything. Only chatting, getting a bit of inspiration, it's all my work. It’s not as if I enjoy it it or anything, purely work. Though I’d rather do erotic than poems about flowers. Anyway if she put out occasionally or did the things I wanted, then I wouldn’t need to chat to other woman. Great, Found one. I hastily sent to, what was her name, oh never mind.

Ping!

Here you go babe

Nice but, but I want to see your face not just your cock

Odd, why would she want that, I’ll never understand woman. Oh well, quick selfie. Checking it, I laughed. Excellent got the barmaid bending over in the background, her tits are almost out. I’ll keep that, might make it my new profile pic on Facebook.  I clicked and sent it.

Ping!

Nice. Where are you?

In the pub, now what do you want me to do?

This is getting really frustrating now, bloody games.  I rub my swollen dick, my bollocks aching. Snapping my fingers to get the barmaid’s attention, she glared at me, before pasting a false smile on her face.

“Just a minute, sir” she said through clenched teeth.

“Call me Greg” I put out my hand, smiling she wiped her hands on her pinny before shaking my clammy hand. She held onto it longer than she should “Do you fancy nipping out back with me for a ……” I raised an eyebrow, gave her a wink.

“For a what?” She said

“A” he paused licking his lips  “whatever you fancy” I said in my best seductive voice. She looked me up and down.

“He must be 15 years older than me, and married, look at his clothes, his wife dresses him, what a prat” She whispered to her male colleague, of course I didn’t hear this.

“I’m a bit busy at the moment” she bent over to get a glass, I leaned over the bar to get the best view down her top. Nice, I’d love to bury my face in there

“Go on, I only want a hand job” I pleaded, he was desperate now. The beer making me brave. She wanted to slap him but she needed this job, tosser.

Ping!

Are you still there?

Yes

What pub are you in

Red Lion, why

Just wondered

Come on what do you want me to do?

Come on respond, I laid the phone on the bar and went back to watching the barmaid. Nice, I thought as she bent over again. I imagined her hand gripping my dick, better still her mouth. I can’t remember the last blow job I had. My wife don’t like that sort of thing, infact not sure she even liked dicks. I chuckled to myself, it’s her fault, all her fault.

Ping!

I want you to give your wife a divorce

What wife?

How did she know I was married, shit.

I know you are married why else would you be in a pub messaging me

Fair point, suppose I could lie, she’d never know.

Okay, I am. But we split up.

Really

Yep, I’m single now. But why do you care?

Because I want us to be together.

Christ it's a bit soon, don’t even know your name.

It’s Claire

Well Claire, don’t you think we should meet first

Okay, I’ll be there in five minutes

Fuck she was coming here, I dashed to the gents to make myself look presentable. I sat back at the bar and waited. Ignoring or at least trying to ignore the barmaid. I heard the door open, nope not her. Shit, Imagine my surprise when I turned and saw the wife. Penny stood behind me, what was she doing here.

“Greg, drunk again” She said

Shit, fuck, the door opened and Claire walked in, she walked straight over towards me. Oh shit. The barmaid watched a smile on her face.

“Hello darling, sorry was just parking the car. Are you ready?” Said Claire, as she put her arm around Penny’s waist and kissed her. What, what was happening. My head couldn’t cope, Claire knew Penny, shit, no it was fine a treat, two of them, I was a lucky chap tonight. My poem must have worked. I smiled a drunken smile at the two ladies. Lucky me, I looked around the pub beaming at the other punters, bet they’re all jealous.

“Ace, two of you” I said out loud, a huge smile spreading across my face.

“Greg, Penny is leaving you, that why I want you to get a divorce. We are going to be together. Penny and I. Thank you for the evidence you sent me” Said Claire. What was she saying. Penny reached into her handbag and took out an envelope, which she passed to Greg.

“Greg, Claire and I are moving in together. Those are the divorce papers” She paused allowing him to take in what she was saying “Goodbye Greg” With that she and Claire turned and left the pub hand in hand.

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First Love

First Love

I looked up, reaching out as I did, he took my hand a pulled me to his level. Swinging my leg over the beam, I shifted my weight onto it. Our gaze met, my heart leapt, butterflies in my stomach.

I was 15 and on a trip to the Royal Tournament in London with cadets. I had only agreed to go on the Army ‘Assault Course’ with some younger cadets for a giggle. Now I wasn’t giggling I was looking into his eyes and it was love, truly love at first sight. I wanted to lean forward and kiss him. His hand still clutching mine, I blushed, pulling it away. I swung my leg over and carried on around the assault course to the end. Collapsing into giggles on the floor with my friends, of course they had no idea why my cheeks were flushed. Only I knew that, and why my pulse racing. Laughing we joined the queue to go again, my suggestion to try and beat our original times, rubbish of course.

So round two of the assault course, I made sure that I went up the right side of the A-frame nets for him to need to help me again and help me again he did. After several attempts to ‘beat our time’ it was show time. Not that I could concentrate on the displays of unarmed combat, dogs or bands, all I could think about was that young soldier. Of course, I told myself that he would obviously be in a relationship and not interested in me, a silly 15-year-old.

I found myself counting down to the interval, hurrying my friends we rushed back to the Army stand. We raced around the course, but at the point on the nets where he should have been was another young soldier. I was heartbroken, he was nowhere to be seen. I could have cried, I felt like my life was over, dramatic I know but that’s how it felt.

So off we went to look at other stalls, I trudged around, not really paying attention to the other stalls. Then it happened, I saw him,  illuminated like a greek god n the lights from the toilet doors. Okay yes, that did rather ruin the image but I didn’t care was frozen in my tracks, unable to move. My friends followed my gaze, I swear you could see the penny drop as they giggled “you fancy him don’t you?” one asked. I, of course, denied it, my pink cheeks giving away my guilt. They pushed me towards him giggling, no this would never do he would think I was a child with them acting this way. I stopped them, I’ll speak to him I told them, they waited a safe distance, sniggering as I walked awkwardly over to him.

He was gorgeous, so handsome, closing my eyes now I can still see him, his every short military haircut, his blue eyes, his muscular arms stretching the fabric of his Army issue t-shirt, his chest. Sorry, I digress, so there he was in front of me, his fly undone, maybe that wasn’t the best chat up line. “Excuse me your trousers are undone”, now it was his turn to blush, actually we both blushed. He smiled at me hastily pulling up his zip, I cringed, was that the best I could do, the man of my dreams, the love of my life and I had just told him his zip was undone.

I quickly turned walking away, back to my friends, dying inside. I couldn’t look round, I’d blown it. Reaching my friends they asked what was wrong, I couldn’t tell them could I?

We carried on our tour of the stalls collecting gizzets, sorry freebies as we went. After getting a drink we went back towards our seats, I glanced over at the Army stall, there he was on top of the nets again. I tried to look away, but couldn’t he had caught my eyes with his, I could feel myself melting again, my breathing quickened, the colour rose in my cheeks, as he smiled and waved. I gulped and smiled back, paralysed again. He gestured to me to do the assault course again before I could stop them my friends had dragged me to the beginning and we were queuing again.

Reaching the top of the nets he took my hand again, pulling me up to his level, and closer to him, his thigh brushed mine, our breathing heavy. We held each other's gaze, the rest of the world paling into insignificance. His hand holding mine he smiled and asked my name and told me his, Marcus. My friends had all got bored and moved on to the end waiting for me impatiently. He kept hold of my hand and asked me to meet him after the show, I nodded and rushed back to my friends.

The second half felt like an eternity, my mind racing full of thoughts, I know nothing about him, except his first name and his regiment Queen’s our local regiment, that meant he must come from Kent or Sussex like me, perfect.

The grand finallee over I slipped off to meet him behind the Army stall. Seeing me approach he smiled and hurried over to me, he took my hands in his, his eyes ran up and down my body, ‘Kiss Me’ I wanted to shout, but didn’t. He took a deep breath,

“This is silly I know, but I like you, like you a lot,” he said, “Tell me about yourself”. I took a deep breath told him I was almost 16, well I was only 3 months off and I lived in Eastbourne.  He told was 18 and lived in Crawley, so perfect.

I could see my friends in the distance calling me as we had to go and catch our coach. No, I didn’t want this moment to end, I wanted to stay there with him forever. We exchanged addresses and promised to write. That's when it happened, he pulled me closer, his hands slipped around my waist and he pressed his body against mine and kissed me, it was amazing, my knees went weak, no really, I know it’s a cliche, but they did.

Rushing off I caught up with my friends, chatting all the way to the coach, some of the lads teasing me, the girls all wanting to know what he had said. Within minutes of boarding to coach however, most were asleep, but I couldn't sleep. I gazed out of the window at the city lights speeding by, but I didn’t see them, all I saw was his face, I could still smell his aftershave on me, taste his kiss, feel his body against mine.

I was in love, real love.

I think.

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First Love

I looked up, reaching out as I did, he took my hand a pulled me to his level. Swinging my leg over the beam, I shifted my weight onto it. Our gaze met, my heart leapt, butterflies in my stomach.

I was 15 and on a trip to the Royal Tournament in London with cadets. I had only agreed to go on the Army ‘Assault Course’ with some younger cadets for a giggle. Now I wasn’t laughing I was looking into his eyes, and it was love, actually love at first sight. I wanted to lean forward and kiss him. His hand still clutching mine tightly, I blushed, pulling it away. I swung my leg over and carried on around the assault course to the end. Collapsing into giggles on the floor with my friends, of course, they had no idea why my cheeks were flushed. Only I knew that, and the reason why my pulse racing. Laughing we all joined the queue to go again, my suggestion to try and beat our initial times, rubbish of course.

So round two of the assault course, I made sure that I went up the right side of the A-frame nets for him to need to help me again and give me a hand again he did. After several attempts to ‘beat our time,’ it was show time. Not that I could concentrate on the displays of unarmed combat, dogs or bands, all I could think about was that young soldier. Of course, I told myself that he would obviously be in a relationship and not interested in me, a silly 15-year-old.

I found myself counting down to the interval, hurrying my friends we rushed back to the Army stand. We raced around the course, but at the point on the nets where he should have been was another young soldier. I was heartbroken, he was nowhere to be seen. I could have cried, I felt like my life was over, dramatic I know, but that’s how it felt.

So off we went to look at other stalls, I trudged around, not actually paying attention to the other stalls. Then it happened, I saw him,  illuminated like a Greek God n the lights from the toilet doors. Okay yes, that did rather ruin the image, but I didn’t care was frozen in my tracks, unable to move. My friends followed my gaze, I swear you could see the penny drop as they giggled teasing me, suggestions of you fancy him, don’t you?. I, of course, denied it, my pink cheeks giving away my guilt. They pushed me towards him giggling, no this would never do he would think I was a child with them acting this way. I stopped them, I’ll speak to him I told them, they waited a safe distance, sniggering as I walked awkwardly over to him.

He was gorgeous, so handsome, closing my eyes now I can still see him, his every short military haircut, his blue eyes, his muscular arms stretching the fabric of his Army issue t-shirt, his chest. Sorry, I digress, so there he was in front of me, his fly undone, maybe that wasn’t the best chat up line. Excuse me your trousers are undone I had said, pointing at his groin, now it was his turn to blush; actually, we both blushed. He smiled at me hastily pulling up his zip, muttering something that sounded like a thank you. I cringed, was that the best I could do, the man of my dreams, the love of my life and I had just told him his zip was undone.

I quickly turned walking away, back to my friends, dying inside. I couldn’t look round, I’d blown it. Reaching my friends they asked what was wrong, I couldn’t tell them could I?

We carried on our tour of the stalls collecting gizzets, sorry freebies as we went. After getting a drink we went back towards our seats, I glanced over at the Army stall, there he was on top of the nets again. I tried to look away, but couldn’t he had caught my eyes with his, I could feel myself melting again, my breathing quickened, the colour rose in my cheeks, as he smiled and waved. I gulped and smiled back, paralysed again. He gestured to me to do the assault course again before I could stop them my friends had dragged me to the beginning, and we were queuing again.

Reaching the top of the nets he took my hand again, pulling me up to his level, and closer to him, his thigh brushed mine, our breathing heavy. We held each other's gaze, the rest of the world paling into insignificance, around us. His hand holding mine he smiled and asked my name and told me his, Marcus. His hands rough against the soft flesh of my own hands. My friends had all got bored and moved on to the end waiting for me impatiently. He kept hold of my hand and asked me to meet him after the show, I nodded and rushed back to my friends.

The second half felt like an eternity, my mind racing full of thoughts, I know nothing about him, except his first name and his regiment Queen’s our local regiment, that meant he must come from Kent or Sussex like me, perfect.

The grand finale over I slipped off to meet him behind the Army stall. Seeing me approach he smiled and hurried over to me, he took my hands in his, his eyes ran up and down my body, ‘Kiss Me’ I wanted to shout, but didn’t. He took a deep breath, told me that this may be silly, but he liked me, liked me a lot. He seemed so sincere, I blushed said the feeling was a mutual one. I took a deep breath told him I was almost 16, well I was only 3 months off, and I lived in Eastbourne.  He was 18 and lived in Crawley, so perfect.

I could see my friends in the distance calling me as we had to go and catch our coach. No, I didn’t want this moment to end, I wanted to stay there with him forever. We exchanged addresses and promised to write. That's when it happened, he pulled me closer, his hands slipped around my waist, and he pressed his body against mine and kissed me, it was incredible, my knees went weak, no really, I know it’s a cliche, but they did.

Rushing off I caught up with my friends, chatting all the way to the coach, some of the lads teasing me, the girls all wanting to know what he had said. Within minutes of boarding to coach, however, most were asleep, but I couldn't sleep. I gazed out of the window at the city lights speeding by, but I didn’t see them, all I saw was his face, I could still smell his aftershave on me, taste his kiss, feel his body against mine.

I was in love, real love.

I think.

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