Butterflies dangle their moments over the offerings of red and yellow flowers..they pull on their slender leggings and dance in the puddles of nectar…the off to another color to become blended in sweet satiation.

The dark trees lean low between their limbs to watch the butterflies. They rustle their leaves in approval and they wriggle their roots with applauding as the warm earth begins to touch their core with her wet longings.

That river there…the one that whispers in gurgling sounds…it is swallowing with desire to surround the hard thick ends of tree girth…it wants to lap at the splayed damp of earth and devour her contents…to ravish her and take her down below to the river bed where she would be such a lovey erosion.

Dare you walk this pathway to the gardens of abandon..to the gardens carved in leather and stone, the gardens of Ravishtown….

“Oh God, fuck me,” she said. “Somebody fuck me.” She lifted her ass up in the air and wiggled it as she crawled. “I need a good fucking in my cunt so bad,” she purred. “Please.” She crawled over to my crotch and began to sniff at it, rubbing her body along my legs as she crawled around me, sniffing.

Hettie was in a frenzy. She pawed at my thighs and began to rub her face against my cock whimpering all the while for her release. Her lips traced the outline of my straining cock over and over again. I’d never seen a woman so worked up and eager before. I closed my eyes, enjoyed Hettie’s warm breath, and tried to forget where I was and why I’d come.

“Mr. Hoyt, if you don’t have any suggestions for Hettie, allow me” the doctor offered. I didn’t want to move or bring this moment to an end just yet so I simply nodded. The doctor sat quietly, hands steepled under his chin, lost in thought for a moment. A smile ran quickly over his mouth than vanished just as quickly. He gave a small nod as if in agreement with some internal dialog only he was privy to and addressed the girl.

“Hettie, attention.” the doctor said curtly. Immediately she released me, sat on her heels and placed the palms of her hands on the tops of her thighs. Hettie continued to take in haggard breathes, but she didn’t move, and her eyes never looked away from my crotch.

“ Now Hettie, we’re going to work on oral conditioning again in conjunction with a bit of expression and vocalization work,” the doctor began to explain. “Only this time Mr. Hoyt and I will be working together to really push your therapy to the next level. Do you understand?”

“Yes Doctor,” she replied flatly.

“Excellent. Now Hettie, you will treat any suggestion Mr. Hoyt presents to you as if it were my own. Is that understood?”

“Yes Doctor.”

“Well then let’s begin. Unfasten Mr. Hoyt’s pants,” the doctor instructed. Hettie reached forward and tried to undo my button, her haste made her fingers clumsy.
“Stop,” the doctor commanded, “Slowly, Hettie.”

She dropped her hands to begin again. The doctor looked on with the intent professional gaze one would expect from a therapist, but there was something barely hidden just under the surface. Something dark. Something hungry. Hettie did as she was told. She slid her hands up my thighs slowly, just brushing her fingertips across the thin fabric. As her hands reached my bulge, she flipped them over and traced the outline of my cock gently with her nails. At last she unbuttoned my pants and pulled down my fly with much more frisking then was necessary. However, instead of reaching in and releasing my cock, she sat back on her heels placed her hands on her thighs and returned to attention.

“Mr. Hoyt, I want you to understand that a part of Hettie’s therapy is to foster a sense of sexual independence. In previous sessions by trial and error and process of elimination we have worked to identify the things that Hettie finds most sexually desirable. Now that Hettie is aware of what she wants it is up to her to see that her needs are met. From this point on all the pleasure Hettie receives she must ask for explicitly. It would be best to prompt her throughout the session. Ask her what she wants to do, how she is feeling, that sort of thing. Keep her engaged and expressing herself. The more talking she does the better for her therapy over all. You may begin whenever you’re ready Mr.Hoyt.” The doctor finished, sitting back in his chair and folding his hands across his abdomen. I cleared my throat.

“Hettie,” I began. I wasn’t sure what I was still doing here or why I was taking part in this corrupted excuse of a psychiatric practice. I reached down and lifted her chin, and as our eyes met I saw the hunger and passion inside her. I could see that she wanted this and that was more than enough for me.

“What do you want?” I asked her gently. She paused for only a moment then in a husky voice replied,

“I want you in my mouth.”

“Hettie,” the doctor interjected in a stern voice, “Tell Mr. Hoyt exactly what it is you want.” She glanced to the doctor for a moment then dropped her gazed. Her cheeks burned red with embarrassment.

“I want your cock in my mouth,” she mumbled to the floor. I lifted her chin once again and looked into her glazed green eyes.

“What was that?” I prompted.

“Please Mr. Hoyt, may I have your cock in my mouth?” Hettie pleaded more urgently.

“Yes you may.”

Hettie reached inside my clothes and extracted my swollen dick. She started stroking my cock, but only for a moment. Hettie leaned forward and with one long lick, ran her tongue slowly from the base of my shaft to the top. She held my cock with both hands and kissed the tip meekly and reverently. I closed my eyes and felt Hettie’s tongue exploring the head of my cock. She teased me with her lips, swallowing the tip then pulling her lips back again going further down my cock each time. When Hettie reached as far down as she could, she tightened her lips around my shaft and sucked hard, pulling my dick out of her mouth with a loud satisfying pop. She looked up at me with those big green eyes and smiled, so pleased with herself. I grabbed her cheeks in my right hand and leaned in close.

“Do you like sucking my cock, Hettie?”

“Mmm, yes Mr. Hoyt. I love sucking your cock”

“Good girl. Now open,” I said. She immediately complied. I placed both hands on either side of her head and slowly shoved my swollen shaft down her throat. I picked up speed, entering her mouth faster and faster. The room filled with the wet gurgling sound of my cock hitting the back of her throat. Finally she pushed my hips away to take a breath. A trembling string of thick saliva hung from her bottom lip. Hettie wiped her lip, catching all the moisture, and used it to stroke my cock while she caught her breath.

“It feels so good when you fuck my mouth like that,” Hettie offered unprompted.

“Yeah? You want more?” I asked her. She nodded eagerly and guided the tip between her lips and began corkscrewing her mouth up and down my cock. She took all that she could, then pulled up again releasing my dick with another loud pop and deviant smile. Hettie dove in again, this time fucking her own mouth on my cock. She braced her hands against my thighs and rocked forward and backward on her knees. I caught her head on a down stroke between my hands and held my cock deep in her mouth for several moments. Her fingernails began digging into my legs and rippling muscle spasms shook her curvy frame. Finally I released her, and though tears ran down her face a look of triumph filled her eyes.

“What do you want?” I asked her again.

“I want you to fuck my pussy Mr. Hoyt,” Hettie responded dreamily.

“Come here.”

I gripped her upper arm and helped her to stand. With a hand between her shoulder blades, I guided Hettie to the edge on the doctor’s desk. When the tops of her thighs touched the desk, I pressed my hand to her back, folding her forward. She reached her hands across and gripped the opposite side of the desk just in front of the doctor. With one hand still pressed gently on Hettie’s back, I slipped the other down between her legs.

Hettie sighed as I slid my fingers between her lips. Her slit was saturated to the point of dripping. I pulled my hand away from her cunt and spread my fingers wide. They looked webbed with her wet silky cum. After giving Hettie a little taste I worked my fingers through her lips and began rubbing slow tantalizing circles around her clit.

“How is this?” I whispered in her ear.

“Faster, Mr. Hoyt,” Hettie sighed, “Please go faster.” I did as she asked. I rubbed her clit faster and faster. Hettie’s cum dripped down my hand and her hips began pushing back into me. Her breath changed from soft sighs to sharp gasps and throaty moans. Hettie’s hips rocked back and forth fiercely trying to create more friction.

“Oh please Mr. Hoyt!” Hettie begged.

“Tell me what you want, baby.”

“I want your cock inside me. Please fuck my pussy now,” she pleaded desperately. I stepped up behind her and guided the tip of my cock to the edge of her cunt hesitating only a moment before slowly driving my dick inside her. Hettie’s entire body tensed as I entered her. A groan of satisfaction escaped her lips as I pulled out completely and plunged my cock into her again and again. When my cock hit the back of her pussy Hettie arched her back and let out a sharp cry of pleasure.

“Oh fuck! Your cock feels so good deep in my cunt.” Hettie whimpered.

“Very good Hettie,” the doctor praised, “The louder you are the better it feels. You understand?”

“Oh yes, Doc…oh!”
Hettie’s reply was choked off in her throat as I began fucking her faster. I pulled her back onto my cock deep and hard and every time I hit the back of her cunt she screamed louder and louder. Her cum dripped down my thighs and I could feel her strong muscles squeeze around my cock as the waves of pleasure rippled through her body.

“Oh yes! Fuck my pussy. That’s it. Oh, your cock feels so good inside me. Fuck, fuck, fuck! Oh, I want to cum so bad! May I please have it now? I need it! Oh please give it to me!”

The doctor stood up out of his chair and lifted his foot to the top of the desk directly in front of Hettie’s face. She grabbed it immediately with both hands and began to lick it frantically. The doctor gripped a handful of her hair at the base of her skull and pulled back so that he could see her face.

“Are you ready?” he asked her calmy with dark shiny eyes.

“Mmhmm, please make me cum!”

“Cum,” he commanded her.

Hettie’s mouth opened wide in a silent scream as her orgasm overtook her. Her hands clenched tight around the doctor’s shoe and her pussy clamped down even tighter around my cock. Her orgasm was so strong it carried me right along with it. Hettie’s body jerked and trembled as I came inside her. I leaned forward and rested my head on her shoulder for a moment. The doctor returned his foot to the floor and smoothed the hair out of Hettie’s face. He leaned in close to her ear almost as if he would kiss her, but instead he simply said,

“Sleep now.”

All tension from Hettie’s body vanished instantly. Her breathing slowed and became tranquil. She had the full appearance of a deep sleep. I stepped away from the girl and rearranged my closed as the doctor sat back down in his chair.

“We accomplished a lot today, Mr. Hoyt,” the doctor began to say, “Hettie’s really had a breakthrough today, and you were a major part of that. How would you like to come back next week? I think it would be good for her therapy”

“Yeah,” I said slowly, “ I think I’d like that very much”

“Great! I’ll see you next week then, you can leave your information with the receptionist out front and we’ll be in touch. Hettie’s got a bit more time left in her session here so you can see yourself out.”

With that the doctor turned away from me and began whispering things into the girl’s ear that I was too far away to hear. I turned and left the room much more quietly than I had entered it.

A wrapping of my soul around his finger
A crooking of said finger sweetened linger
My wound a sole exposure to his sun
My temptress winding up and never done

He pulls me towards his feet and to his knee
He makes me want to grind and beg and plead
I creep into the deepest skelter welt remiss
I call out in the darkness a seeping twist

His way of crawling in and through my skin
His tapping fingers make me linger sins
We surge and purge and see beyond the bliss
We understand and court the ever risk

Addiction

The walk begins at a slow pace before the crave set in
Stopping and looking with wonder
At all the hidden secrets of a much to long
Subdued needs and desires

Desires for the taboo the forbidden
Now becomes free and expected
Still you don’t feel the addiction
Only the pleasure..

You run into the darkness

Then the loss of pride
The willingness to do anything
For this sin and debauchery

No love is needed anymore
Just the physical gratification
Somehow soothes you

The indulgence of immoral behavior
Is now a need..a big need in your blood

As demanding as any drug
As strong as any drink..only
There is no way to overcome it

No AA no family support to pull you out
From the very opening consuming
Mouth of darkness and the cave of deception

No one can know your true needs
And who you really are…as the voice
Of sanity grows weaker inside..

the greedy have the need
to fill the horn of plenty
and to keep it overflowin’

the needy have the greed
to offer ten for twenty
and to wanna keep it goin’

flowin’ an’ goin’
goin’ an’ flowin’

more-more-more

it ain’t nothin’
like that
with me
and my baby

it’s limits
and boundaries
with me
and my baby

tho we have been known
to stutter as we utter
a heat of the moment
lover’s plaintive plea of

o baby please keep
flowin’ an’ goin’
goin’ an’ flowin’

o-please-baby-please

bring on-more-more-more. . .

as the needy minimize their greed
and the greedy justify their need. . .

the woman and her lover
scurry for cover
like john coltrane
seeking shelter in
a dope induced dream
of cacophonousless
peace supreme

the woman and her lover
know it’s now over
future and past
hold no sway
in this sublime
sultry soul sea
time of no time

together they mount
the unholy remnant
of mind-numbing
chattering-chirping
words-words-words
ceaselessly strung together
as the reign of topsy-turvydom
comes apocalyptically crashing down

all around

without a sound. . .

bound within the wordless terrain. . .

she reaches out
to him

he reaches out
to her

what good is speech
when a gesture
says it all

what good is speculation
when time has no
relevance

within mute mutual trust
she opens

within heart racing hush
he enters

within silence
they suss out
their meaning

their worth

perhaps the rain it is that stirs your belly to butterflies
the hunger of hollow where your eyes look into shadows
when the wet is so slick it feels dry leaving your brim
and your fingers crave to surround the thickest of demons

the whisperers say it is the womb crave doing juju nectar
they say it’s the belly well moaning her hungry into the night
so that the hound dogs will sniff the air and come a calling
to bring your wound the easing of animal thick healing

perhaps it is the rain that makes your eyes stay closed now
when you reach under the warm to find that serpent wine
that surrounds your thighs from his burrowing dance glide
soon to enter the hovering place of your specialized wanton

and carve the sounds of sin words in your unsuspecting

gentle comes the whispers before the wanton
when of virgin silt is plucked diamonds
though they be as melted sighs

the agony of wet when drying, burns the soul
when insatiability at thy brim strums sinful
and you prey to satan to bring healing

there are places in this new day you admire
that will squat your belly into ruins
and leave you with fever hands dancing

it is well within your urges then, it is heathen
and I am but the harvester of your liquid
that wrings my hands around your throat

before that whisper of “please” is even uttered