Catching sight of his cock, she cried “Bless me!
I wouldn’t have let you undress me,
If I’d known the size
Of that thing ‘twixt your thighs!
I can’t! Won’t… well, I might, if you press me!”
Month: August 2011
Chivalry
The fair damsel cried out in distress.
She was naked… Ah, but I digress!
The knight rode to her aid,
Firm of flesh, swift of blade!
Dragon slain, they rode off. She said “Yes!
Alcohol fog
He was lost in an alcohol fog,
When she purred “Do you fancy a snog?”
She had tits out to here,
But, blinded by beer,
The poor fool just stood there agog!
Hired help
Her performance was less than inspired;
Of course, though, she’d only been hired.
She looked nice, but bored,
And, for modest reward,
She did all that was strictly required.
Once bitten
He said “What, do you think I might bite?
Just one kiss, and we’ll call it a night.”
But he lied, truth to tell,
And she, virgin as well,
Proved corruptible, horny and tight!
Shock, horror!
She recoiled in horror and fright,
And in shocked disbelief, at the sight…
His prick, thick as her arm,
Might do terrible harm…
But might fill her, as well, with delight!
The whore-monger
He’s a lecherous, heartless whore-monger,
Whose ravenous sexual hunger
Compels him to ravage,
In ways strange and savage,
Young women, and younger, and younger.
Nitty-gritty
With her eyes closed and tight-gritted teeth,
Breathless, sweating, she writhed underneath;
He rolled, wobbled and heaved,
And she, somewhat aggrieved,
Hissed “My God! You’re tho fucking obethe!
Gritting her teeth
It was just one more bridge to be crossed;
Sleepless, all night she’d turned and she’d tossed.
She’d consent, when he woke ,
To a fuck with this bloke,
Once he’d brushed his teeth, gargled and flossed!
Phone-sex
For you girls, there’s a new smartphone app;
Just download, place your phone on your lap,
Or cling-wrap, lift your skirt,
And discreetly insert,
Then get off, to rock music or rap!