Sex is simpler in fact than in fiction;
Enough firm vaginal constriction;
Skilled girls use their talents
To keep the right balance
Between lubrication and friction.
Month: July 2012
Like mother, like daughter
Her mum gave her careful instruction,
To teach her the art of seduction;
From facial expression,
Right up to that session
Which dealt with correct use of suction.
The pout
He was so hard, he thought he might burst.
She said “Come on, big boy, do your worst!”
What a charming effect;
Her big nipples erect,
And her labia puckered and pursed!
Father unknown
What a pity she chose to indulge
Her mad whim; now observe the round bulge
At the front of her dress,
And, though gossips may guess
Who’s to blame, that she’ll never divulge!
Blooper
On the surface of things, it might seem
Her behaviour was rather extreme;
Somewhat more than informal,
In fact quite abnormal,
On web-cam too, beaming live-stream!
Gene puddle
It was fun, but a bit of a muddle;
Which sister to fuck, which to cuddle?
One after the other?
Then also their mother!
Or all at once, heaped in a huddle?
Weeping and gnashing of teeth
He’d seduce girls, then leave while they slept,
Couldn’t bear to be there when they wept,
For lost love, for divorce,
And their panties, of course…
Which he put in his pocket and kept.
Beatitude
Sex has happened since Adam and Eve;
Though who knows, I’m inclined to believe,
As a red-blooded male,
By my rating scale,
It’s more blessèd to give than receive.
Close encounter of the first kind
It was moist, pink, off-putting a bit,
Like a plump fig, so ripe it had split.
It was dripping with juice,
But what possible use?
Taste it? Poke it? His finger might fit.
Apparition
At the sight of her, nude, his eyes goggled.
To think… He could not; his mind boggled!
He reached out to clutch…
Warm, soft, smooth to his touch!
As she giggled, her pretty tits joggled.