Guest Blogger: Chris W. Parker
Chris W Parker was born and raised in the north of England in 1974. In his 20s he traveled around Europe, and entertained such occupations as builder, barman, chef, DJ, roadie, sound engineer, salesman, and photographer. Now in his 40s, photography has been his career for the past ten years. Poetry became another outlet for his often frustrated creativity, but has remained firmly as a hobby, and is more often fuelled by whiskey, passion, and lust, and a desire to express himself in ways that would be difficult with his photography.
He now lives in the city of Manchester, UK, pursuing his photography career and passions, cultivating his beard, dreaming of one day owning another motorbike, and still denies that he might actually be a hipster. He would describe himself as a “Gentleman, whiskey and beard enthusiast, poet, miserablist, hopeless romantic, carnivore, and magnificent bastard.”
Website: http://www.chriswparker.co.uk
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You’ve got to tell her that she’s beautiful.
But don’t just say it,
You need to look her in the eyes,
You need to mean it,
And I mean really mean it,
Believe it.
Don’t mumble it while staring at her cleavage.
Good god no.
Reach over,
Brush her hair over her ears,
Lean in,
Kiss her neck.
You’re not a vampire,
You’re not taking a bite.
Gently.
Lips. Gently.
Hold her,
Make her feel safe,
Make her believe that she
Is the only girl
In your world.
Because she is,
Of course.
Put your hand softly
On the back of her neck,
Kiss her lips.
Kiss each lip softly.
Use your lips,
There’s be plenty of time for tongue.
And while we’re on the subject of tongue,
And gents,
I cannot stress this enough,
Go
Down
On
Her.
Go down,
Go down hungry,
Go down and eat her pussy.
Use your fingers.
Use your mouth. Use your tongue.
Use everything at your disposal. And go down because you want to,
Not because it’s a chore,
Not because you need to.
And gents,
You need to.
Take control,
Take her to paradise,
Take her to happy town.
If she’s not crushing your head, with her thighs,
Try harder,
And keep going.
And keep going.
And listen to her,
I mean,
Always listen to her anyway,
But read her signals,
She’ll let you know when you’ve got it right.
Suck, nibble, and tease her clit.
She’ll let you know you can go all night.
She’ll let you know,
Oh hell yes, she’ll let you know.
Biblically.
Now don’t forget,
You are a gentleman,
But also a man,
And you need to show her that.
Take control,
Use your hands,
And use them well.
Touch her, feel her, carress her.
Kiss her deep,
With your hand on her throat.
Kiss her neck,
Whisper in her ear,
Tell her,
Tell her she’s a good girl,
And not only tell her she’s beautiful,
Make her feel she’s beautiful.
Pull her hair!
Pull her hair while you spank her arse.
Put some effort in to it.
And don’t forget to spank her pussy too,
Gently, mind.
For now…
I haven’t forgotten her breasts.
No. Never.
Not to neglect them.
But, again, you’re a man,
You’re not a hungry infant.
Use your hands,
Fingers brush nipples,
Tweak and tease.
Pull and pleasure.
And
Kiss
Her
Neck.
Feel her.
Feel her body.
Feel her legs.
Feel her arms.
Pay attention to her.
Then fuck her
Slow.
For now…
She’ll let you know when you’ve got it right.
Tease her slow, then screw her fast.
She’ll let you know you can go all night.
And if her legs aren’t wrapped around your waist,
Try harder
And keep going.
And keep going.
And she must believe
That her pleasure
Is much more important
Than yours.
Because it is.
Because that is the greatest gift
You can give her.
Right now.
For now…
And when she’s found religion,
And when the neighbours know your name,
And when she’s shaking,
Hold her.
Brush her hair back
Over her ears,
And
Kiss
Her
Neck.And have her believe
That she
Is the only girl in your world.
Because she is.
Now go and make her some breakfast.
And make it fancy.
