He was dapper, his hair was smooth-slicked;
She was well-bred, her morals were strict,
But temptation was great,
And I’m sad to relate
That soon more than her conscience was pricked!
Month: April 2012
Grooming and deportment
Though she knew what she did was forbidden,
To whisper about, and keep hidden,
She still loved the groom,
In the haystack by whom,
At a gallop, each day she was ridden!
Pandora's box
Miss Pandora confined her wild id
In its box, and she sat on the lid;
But her impulse was such…
Being tempted so much…
She reached down and… you know what she did!
Coitus interruptus
When her scandalised mum interrupted,
His penis, inside her, erupted.
The poor mother fainted;
The daughter, now tainted,
Went on being gladly corrupted.”
Dishevelment
Stockings torn, hair and clothing dishevelled,
She drunkenly, merrily revelled,
Cavorted half-nude,
In ways wanton and lewd,
By booze, sex and the music bedevilled.
The eyes have it
Though she’d only just recently met him,
She knew that she’d never forget him;
His mouth, his dark eyes,
His strong hands on her thighs,
When he’d lifted her skirt, and she’d let him!
Working your way up
Kiss her toes, gently massage her feet;
She may think that you’re strange, or else sweet.
Gently pummel and squeeze
Your way up past her knees;
Rub her thighs and the part where they meet!
Presentation
When she walked in, she silenced the chatter;
Great arse and great tits, and the latter,
Très décolleté,
Appetisingly lay,
Like two puddings, served up on a platter.
Sisters
She was buxom, her sister was flatter,
One slender, one possibly fatter.
They both loved a root,
And were equally cute;
One or both? Did the choice even matter?