my new writing collaboration...

From my new project with a talented Filipino poetess Shy Lhen Esposo smile emoticon

this series of work will be in Aeroplane Poems 3 by Nick Armbrister with Shy Lhen Esposo. Out March 2016. All things planes...

extract from our epic project...

'Hey! Hey! Hey!'
Shy stole his attention.
'And what are those tears for?
What a melancholic moment you're having!'
Hmmm... Mr! Come and help me out of here!'

Otto wiped his tears with his palm
and walked to the plane where Shy was.
'Be my lady forever my sweet love.
Be my lady whatever comes to us.
Be my superwoman always
and be my star at my dim and dark road side...
I love you now and until then
and until tomorrow while I am breathing.
I knew it was wrong but please let this love remain,
no matter what!'

Otto embraced Shy,
kissed her lips while his other
hand wrapped round Shy's hips.

Shy Lhen Pusong Hapo

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Otto dreamed...
You're not here!
Where are you my love?
A sky, my sky, black as sack cloth.
Out of that sky five Rata planes fly forth.
I see their 2 centimetre guns fire.

Love! Where are you?
I fire back.
Hit two.
Quick, climb!

Blackness envelops me.
Winking guns and flashing tracers pave my way.
I accept.
Did I hit a third?

Damn.
They winged me.
My engine is kaput.
Silence.

by Nick Armbrister

TIN GOOSE GAL

inspired by the 20/30s culture of art noveau and new air travel, in the ford tri motor plane. also inspired by ladies everywhere, in a positive way. from love to sex to looks to depth of personality. with touches of england and famly too. i think its a nice poem... too much in it? also freedom and flight...

Tin Goose Gal
If you flew to a land of angels, maidens and fairies.
If it was so bloody good that you fell in love.
In a love that's so deep and complete.
That it engorged you.
Would you fly home?

Returning in your Tin Goose.
Looping the loop over your mum's house.
Announcing, Hey look at me, I'm home mum!
Had enough of angels to last a lifetime.

Your mum agrees.
Always right.
Intuition.

Mum says meet Tanya.
A demure lady in black smiles.
And asks: Is that your Ford Tri Motor?

You nod and grin.
Let's have cakes and coffee.
Then I'll take you for a spin.
Did you know, she can loop?

Who needs angels, maidens and fairies in paradise?
An English goth lady is all you want, need, desire...

And how her eyes smile.
You just know...

Parody of the Dog Jimmy Boom Semtex sample

By the old clock tower, the slim shop assistant waited. Olla and her boyfriend walked over and greeted her. She joined them and they went to the market. It was quiet there. A good place to have sex and teach a young lady how to cum.

Olla’s boyfriend had friction burns on his knees from fucking the young shop assistant, called Emma, from behind. He gasped like an injured man and fucked her like a dog. She whispered some unknown person’s name over and over. It was obvious she was coming and enjoying it. It hadn’t taken long for her to learn.

She did a sixty nine with Olla. It was quick and dirty. Then it was fingering time. One, two then three fingers were shoved up the girl’s cunt. She was tight but was soon opened up. When both ladies kissed, it was superb. No lessons were needed there. The night was young and other varied sex acts lessons were on the curriculum. The student was very willing…

extract from The Ace series of poems by Nick Armbrister and Shy Lhen Esposo, to be released in 2016 in Aeroplane Poems 3. watch this space...

extract from The Ace series of poems by Nick Armbrister and Shy Lhen Esposo, to be released in 2016 in Aeroplane Poems 3. watch this space...

Ace joint poem collaboration extract... something very special...

extract from The Ace series of poems by Nick Armbrister and Shy Lhen Esposo, to be released in 2016 in Aeroplane Poems 3. watch this space...

this is something special...

Ace: Sky Knife
'I love you so very much. But now I must go. To Russia. I promise to come home soon...'

Otto dreamed...
You're not here!
Where are you my love?
A sky, my sky, black as sack cloth.
Out of that sky five Rata planes fly forth.
I see their 2 centimetre guns fire.

Love! Where are you?
I fire back.
Hit two.
Quick, climb!

Blackness envelops me.
Winking guns and flashing tracers pave my way.
I accept.
Did I hit a third?

Damn.
They winged me.
My engine is kaput.
Silence.

Love!
Save me.
Darkness surrounds me.
I fall to earth.
Soviet earth.

Otto screamed.
Woken from his nightmare.
A knock on his door.

A mission Sir.
There's a new mission.
You're to lead it.

My love.
Come to me...

Otto wrote to his girlfriend.
I've never fought as hard.
Four sorties a day.
Sometimes six.
I killed a dozen Soviets.
It was easy.
My friend died.

His love wrote back.
Be careful my love and always stay safe.
Come home soon to me.
I love you beyond words.

Fate is cruel.
I fly for you my love.
And always will.
Your name is on my plane's nose.

My warplane was hit.
I can only fly one way.
My fuel will run out.
If I'm not shot down.

But my dear, please understand.
I also love another.
Please understand.
When I crash or am shot down,
she will tell you my fate.

Please don't fight her.
Love her as your sister.
You both love me.
As I do you.

I cannot help what happened.
She's Russian.
I shot down her husband.
He flew an I-153 Chaika biplane.
Fought like a demon.

She understands and knows of you.
She will tell you of my fate.
I love you my dear lady.
Everything is wrong except love.
Remember me and always love me.
Your son saved my life.

Nick Armbrister

by Shy Lhen Esposo

As my tears flow down,
of what I have received from you,
I feel like I'm in war too....
War and love is what we have...
My Love,
as I promised to you
when the time comes
for us to part,
you will be forever my love.
Though it's hard for me
to comprise of what
you are asking,
there's nothing I can do but
to accept what you went through.

I, waited for days,
long hours but
never heard anything from you ...
And as what of your last message..
My heart melted like
butter of what I found out....
A Lady came
across the miles
to meet me....
"I'm so sorry, Shy,"
They're both in tears
and hug each other...
I come to inform you Sky,
Otto is in a danger situation
we all need to pray
for him and never
lose hope
that he will
be home safe too soon....

But she never heard from Otto
since then.
Shy travelled to Russia to find
Ace, Otto's other woman
and from there, they met once again.
Ace treated Shy very well and
as a guest, she played her rules
as Otto's will.

"Ah Shy, I want you to show around
and please do feel at home,
for you are family too.''
And enjoy the atmosphere while
we're waiting for Otto."
Beyond those smiles, Shy felt
something strange to Ace...
though she smiled back with anxious feelings.

Suddenly, a young man
came and handed Shy
a bunch of white roses...
She couldn't express herself.
Shy looked around and
no one's there.
Ace went back
inside the house to take the
snacks that she prepared earlier.

"Ace, Otto is alive!" he is alive"! Shy was in tears while carrying the
bouquet of roses and showed them to Ace.
Ace couldn't believe of what she heard from Shy, till she didn't
notice, the cup of coffee slip away from her hand.

"Ace, are okay"? Shy asked.
She stood up where she's sitting and helped Ace clean up the
coffee and broken cup
on the floor.

Ace, was in tears and shivering
she couldn't control herself from quivering...
And, Otto, was at the gateway, accompanied by soldiers and
they seem ready to attack Ace's place.
Shy had been speechless where she was standing, she couldn't
believe what her eyes saw.

Otto: "Arrest her!!!
Otto commanded
the soldiers
while pointing to Ace,
who was now in tears
and begging Otto
about what she
had done behind
Otto's back,
and she planned to
kill Shy too.
Otto become deaf from to Ace's begging.

Shy ran through, in tears, to where Otto's stood as they both missed
each other, they did not care anymore who are they with.

"Shhh! Stop crying my love, war is over and I'm here alive.
Otto placed his finger to Shy's lips and his other hand,
wiping away her tears.
"I miss so much my love,"
Otto whispered to Shy...
"Let's go home and start
our new life
with love and peace"...

...End...

Shy Lhen Esposo ©150216

More Than Mates by Jimmy “Boom” Semtex

More Than Mates
by Jimmy “Boom” Semtex

Tom the Dom was a hideous thing to look at with no figure, only mounds of fat. His main gift was inside his head, a twisted cunningly educated mind. Skilled in explicit sexual perversion and action. Nobody came close to Tom the Dom in the skills department and no sexual activity was out of bounds. This fact glowed in his sick heart while his fat hand connected with Tim’s bare red behind. In a roar of animal pleasure Tim spunked up covering Tom the Dom’s face in semen. He was rewarded with the hardest slap yet and a bite on his balls that drew blood. Tears of happiness and pain flowed down Tim’s cheeks. After Tim, two other slaves were booked in for their own little torture session, a compromise of Tom the Dom’s and their own desires.

A glance around the walls of the underground dungeon would reveal whips, chains, wizard outfits, old Rainbow Rising records twisted and warped, with darts stuck in them, large stones that were heated up so a slave could sit on them and blister his arse, handcuffs, ankle cuffs, leather underpants with the spike on the inside for people who were into that kind of thing, gimp masks of a dozen designs, rope to tie slaves up and much more. For the artistically minded, a set of paints, brushes and an easel was used to paint nice images onto a person’s body, especially their private parts. For the workman, a set of nice antique tools could nail their bollocks to a board. This was an act Tom the Dom had done several times. The site of a slave/gay lover walking down Renford High Street with his bollocks nailed to a board was amusing to say the least. He often made his own tools or sexual toys like the Gothic High Chair where a slave sat to be tortured and have his bollocks tattooed with black ink with a tattoo gun (no real pattern, just for the hell of it).

LIFE, TIME – YOU KNOW WHAT I MEAN

We all have those special memories, you, me, everyone.

An old song or a spoken word brings them back so that

it’s just like yesterday. Your heart aches and your eyes

glaze over, you say to yourself “Yes I was there” and you

remember the good times with a heavy heart.

We say life is about moving forward, but all we have is the past.

I can’t rid myself of these haunting images of times gone by

but I can say “Yes I was there” and they were amongst the best.

In our crazy spinning minds we all have to fight our own

demons; sometimes we win, others we lose. That’s life, isn’t it?

It is the ocean we all sail upon, all as one.

my Ace poem series quote...

'You are fighter pilots. No one and nothing must ever stand in your way. Nothing must stop you from defeating your enemy and winning. Not even a girlfriend...'

Fire Extinguisher Man Erotic Stories Series Five by Jimmy Boom Semtex

Very disrespectful. The westerner watched them from the corner of his eye. He knew they were both hookers with top bodies. He wanted to use and abuse them, get them to pay him for sex. They had well done tattoos on their ankles and shoulders. That's my way in Fire Extinguisher Man thought wryly.

"So are you two local girls then? I like your tattoos," the gigolo stated, acting all innocent.

The loud whore who was 'talking' on her mobile stopped and eyeballed him. He nodded. She should answer. She did.

"Hey Jo. You like tattoo? Good. Yes, we are local girls. We like white cock. China man too small, black man too large, white man just right."

"Well baby, I'm a white man as you see me now. Will I do?"

"We better try you out big boy," the second whore replied.

"Let's do it then," Fire Extinguisher Man said with a grin. Time to teach these bitches a fucking lesson they won't forget.

***

It was action time in the cheap hotel room. A big black cock pounded the mobile phone whore's pussy. In and out like a rampant monster. The cock's owner had a determined expression on his face to get the job done.

"Oh no! Too big, too big..." the whore whimpered as she was fucked from behind. Her companion whore hid under the covers. She knew she was next and kept quiet.

"Shut up bitch and take the pounding," Fire Extinguisher Man commented. He increased speed. Her whimpers became sobs. There was no let up. That big black fourteen inch cock destroyed her.

She passed out. It was way too much. While she was unconscious, the fucking continued. That was a jailable offence in some countries. The gigolo smiled. A strange hideous smile. The smile of someone slightly unhinged. He was enjoying this, his form of payback. No one took the piss out of Fire Extinguisher Man and got away with it.

"You said a black man is too big for you. I'm part black. My big black fucking dick bitch. Take that, you fucking whore. No one takes the piss out of me. Nobody!" Fire Extinguisher Man scratched the prancing horse tattoo on her right shoulder. It bled in three places. Payback.

He withdrew and turned her over. Her limp body was unresponsive. Opening her legs, Fire Extinguisher Man put his wet dick up her cunt. It accepted it easily. All the way in. Was it doing internal damage? He didn't care.

 

The Humble Maid - Erotic Confessions of a Domestic Goddess by Jimmy Boom Semtex

The Humble Maid - Erotic Confessions of a Domestic Goddess by Jimmy Boom Semtex

Their first time was the best. Why is the first occasion the most memorable? Because its new? They had sex in the storage cupboard, of all places. The maid was in the middle of cleaning the house and was getting new rubber gloves. The husband grabbed her from behind and surprised her. His hands found her breasts and squeezed. Then moved down to her pussy and rubbed hard. She moaned and dropped the gloves. Cleaning could wait.

His hands moved up and down her legs, feeling her firm thighs and pinching her shapely butt. One hand forced its way into her tracksuit bottoms and she felt fingers enter her pussy. She opened her legs to make it easier and turned round to face him. Sue hugged him and closed her eyes, getting off on being fingered. Feels good. See how he compares to his sexy son. I bet he’s better. Sex starved neglected men always are.

Her hand moved down and felt his dick; it was hard and bulged in his black trousers. With care she undid the belt, button and zip and took them down past his knees, while still being fingered. His hand moved up to her clit and rubbed it. Sue groaned and melted into him.

They backed into a corner and she played with him. His cock was smaller than his son’s but well formed. Both came as one. Sue whinnied and shook her long hair. It felt so fucking good!

Parody of the Dog By Jimmy Boom Semtex

"Mr NATO Soldier, you have such a lovely butt!" Ivan lost his shyness and slapped the 'enemy's' backside.

"Thank you. I work out twice a day. Even in the trench. This vodka is good!" the NATO soldier replied, taking a long pull from the bottle.

"Only the best. Liberated from our officers' ration," Ivan said, taking a drink from the bottle when it was passed to him.

"Cheers comrade," Piotr commented, taking his turn. "Men who drink vodka from bottles or jam jars are all equal. Everyone is invited for we all bleed red."http://www.lulu.com/shop/jimmy-boom-semtex/parody-of-the-dog/ebook/product-22553817.html

Lancaster Lady

Lancaster Lady
She reminded me of the pretty young ladies
who used to make Lancaster’s at Avro’s.

They always smiled. 
Even though half of their magnificent aeroplanes
fell in flames over Germany.

Tens of thousand of men lost.

Many aircrew had sweethearts building the Lancs.
Their smiles died forever when war stole them.
I know you aren't such a lady, are you?

Or are you young lady?

We work in a bakery making cakes.
I see you smile.
Prettiness to illuminate the night sky.

Are you the lady who built a Lancaster?
You’re forever an English rose.
Your beauty will never fade nor your light ever dim.

Like the young pilots and aircrew who flew your planes.
All now ghosts.