Oh my God! The man’s some kind of freak,
She thinks, trembling… her knees have gone weak…
It’ll tear her apart…
Be still, fluttering heart!
Then it’s in, and she lets out a shriek.
Bemused
When he fucked her, it left her bemused…
Shall we say… she’d been less than enthused…
It’s just what some men do…
And a widower too…
Well… perhaps he might thus be excused.
Chagrin
How embarrassing! To her chagrin,
She’s been fucked not by him, but his twin…
They’re like peas in a pod…
What to do now… Oh God!
Best just take it, perhaps, on the chin!
Rotter
What a terrible shagging she’d gotten…
Her panties torn (sensible cotton)…
He’d used her strange ways…
Left her, nude, in a daze…
The damn chap had been perfectly rotten!
His crew
Oh my gosh! What’s a woman to do?
She thought…Laugh, or else cry… not a clue…
She’s screwed him… and his friend…
But, like, when will it end?
All these other guys want a fuck too!
Relish
There’s a curious food fetish craze…
People fuck all the usual ways
Using strange stuff as lubes,
In their holes, on their boobs…
Ketchup, hot sauce, sometimes mayonnaise!
Prude
Words like fuck, cunt she mostly eschewed…
She disdained them as vulgar and lewd…
On the other hand though,
She would never say no
To a f***… if it meant being screwed!
Mean
Stuff he’s saying… like… fucking obscene…
Things he’ll do… but she isn’t too keen…
Rather frightening too…
And, like, spitting and poo…
Mean and nasty, and also… unclean!
The bartered bride
She’s not sure now just how it started…
Her sexual services bartered…
Her husband would pay…
Cash or some other way,
Call her whore… of course only light hearted.
Tunnel vision
She was pretty as hell, and big breasted,
But hated the way she was pestered…
Men gave her the shits…
“Can I just fuck your tits?”
All the dumb fucking assholes requested!