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Adventures in Dating

(Mature Content)

 

                                       Part I

M.I.L.F. (Moment I’d Like to Forget)

 

Palms perspire, the phone starts to ring -

hopes of great things the call will bring!

She picks up, but before 'Hello' is heard,

I suddenly start with "Don't say a word..."

 

Launching into my pre-rehearsed speech -

"Baby, lets spend the week at the beach!

We'll lay out all day, stay in all night,

I'll perform your favorite acts of delight!

 

We will start with the hottest of showers,

If we're not careful it could take hours...

Or better yet how about a slow back rub -

We'll get a suite that has got a hot tub.

 

Once you have melted, its on to the bed,

strawberries and cream you shall be fed,

and then we'll move on to every position,

it will have even Cupid himself wishing

that he had thought of acts so explicit -

you'll be glad that you never missed it!"

 

Then, the longest uncomfortable pause,

what followed would drop any guys jaws:

"She's left and went out with her brother,

you got us confused, this is her mother."

                                     Part II

Forgive Me Father, For I Have Sinned

 

        I can't believe that it's our tenth date,

        everything has been going so great!

 

        If she has got even a single pitfall,

        it's spending too much time at the mall.

        I can only watch her shop for so much,

        before I start to tire and lose touch.

        As we approached her favorite store,

       I had to sit down, "I can take no more!"

 

       She ran inside, credit cards in hand,

       I sat on a bench, in the waiting land,

        next to a man, seemingly there forever,

        he rolled his eyes at his boring endeavour -

        "Women.." he said, spouting a long sigh,

        I thought I would try and cheer up the guy:

 

        "Maybe she's buying those clothes for you,

        for a little lovin' thats too long overdue!

       I know my girl buys the sexiest things,

       you should see the reaction it brings:

        whatever she puts on, I take right off,

       then I toss it aside, without even a scoff,

        and when she brings new panties to bed,

        they quickly end up on the floor instead!

        The other day she bought a black scarf -

        I tied her up with it, that night in the dark!

       She loves it when I rip open her blouse

        and the buttons fly all over the house!

        I tear off her stockings, lift up her skirt,

        she calls herself the world's biggest flirt!"

 

        I went on and on, as I described our sin,

        including the positions she loves to be in.

        I got him laughing, but it sure took a while

        for that grumpy stranger to crack a smile...

        "FINALLY!" he said, "Here comes my wife!

        Thanks for the story, I'd die for your life!"

 

        I looked up and saw his wife with my girl!

        All of the sudden my world started to swirl!

        My lady was smiling, and laughing aloud -

        she grabbed my hand, looking quite proud,

        then hugged me hard with a heartfelt pause,

        whispering what would drop any guys jaws:

 

        "I saw you two talking, so I didn't bother,

        but how did you know that was my father?"

                                Part III

                Victor’s  Secret

 

I love my lady, I can now say that's true,

as she sticks by me no matter what I do!

Four months together, a wonderful time,

though I've committed an innocent crime:

I have a penchant for womens underwear,

and as soon as I can, I steal my first pair.

 

Just as recently as back on our second date,

waiting at her place, it must have been fate:

pink and frilly with bright spashes of green

- fallen down next to the washing machine -

was a glorious pair of panties waiting for me,

slipped in my pocket - safekeeping, you see.

 

Later that night, in the privacy of my home,

I lock all the doors and make sure I'm alone.

I try on my fetish, and run around and play,

(sometimes I wear them to work the next day.)

I sleep cuddled with that cotton most nights,

covering my pillow, to my insatiable delight.

 

Many dates later, it's finally time to confess,

ending the mystery that's causing me stress.

Those frilly garments have turned into rags,

bright colors faded to the white of the tags.

One last time, I smile while putting them on,

then went to her house with all of my brawn.

 

Taking a deep breath, it was time to confide -

I lowered my pants, showing the secret inside...

She stood in shock, the most awkward pause,

saying only what would drop any guys jaws:

"I wish you were wearing something other,

than panties that belong to my gay brother..."

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