Next Time

How was I to know?
The curve of your waist,
And then your ass as wide as a snowy field,
I tramp along, my hands gripping the edges of you,
Rubbing my cunt over your boots,
Tall black boots and nothing else.
I press harder and slide,
My bruised pussy strains to hold the leather,
Oh, your ass,
And I smell it, the creases of inside and dank,
The smell of you,
A rough sweating sex of a smell,
I want to sink into you,
Clinging to your waist,
Reaching around for your right nipple,
As I fuck you.

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About Avery Cassell

Avery Cassell is a genderqueer San Francisco writer, poet, cartoonist, and artist who grew up in Iran. They live with their Maine Coon cat, Lulu, and bake yeasted waffles every Sunday morning. Behrouz Gets Lucky is their first novel. You can find their erotic short stories sprinkled in various anthologies, including Best Lesbian Erotica 2015 and Sex Still Spoken Here. Avery is currently working on a book of more of Behrouz and Lucky's shenanigans, a memoir, and an illustrated early reader children's book about a eight year old transgender boy and his family.
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2 Responses to Next Time

  1. fraulinde says:

    love this poem, although i am not really into sm. it is hot!

    cheers,
    fraulinde

    Like

  2. fraulinde says:

    love this poem, it is hot!

    cheers,
    fraulinde

    Like

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