“Had a big night! Pics later,” she posted.
“Got drunk, got hooked up, got spit-roasted!
A third guy to baste.
Not a hole gone to waste!
They all said I was great, too,” she boasted.
Month: June 2013
Ambrosia
She’s a slave more to love than to Mammon;
Her sex life all feast or else famine.;
Petite, slender legs,
Little breasts, like poached eggs,
Her cunt salty and sweet, like smoked salmon.
Oral tradition
A good Christian girl, hard to seduce,
She gave ev’ry old tired excuse.
Though she couldn’t, it’s true,
Be persuaded to screw,
She went down on him. Call it a truce!
Raking the coals
He’d just come. She lay damply enfolded,
Her cunt to his cock slickly moulded,
Breasts heaving, lips bruised,
Spent, relieved, but confused;
Love’s flame gone, but the embers still smouldered.
Friends with benefits
They were good mates. She gave him a hug.
They lay down on the couch, nice and snug.
She was taken off guard,
When she felt him get hard.
“Let’s not waste that,” she said, with a shrug.
The gamut
She’d been rooted for hours, god dammit!
They’d run the whole sexual gamut;
Mouth, cunt, arse, and more!
She was tired and sore.
Was there anywhere else he could cram it?
Virtue impugned
Had he thought of the wrath he’d incur,
He’d have been careful not to infer
That he’d rooted her once,
When, despite all the cunts
He’d been in in , he had not been in her!
Rootin' tootin'
Jed and Otis, twin brothers, inbred,
Lacking women, screwed livestock instead,
Or their sisters or mother,
And sometimes each other,
Most times in the barn or the shed.
User-friendly
She’s promiscuous, wild and a boozer,
Some call her a slut and a loser.
She says “Fuck ’em all!
Life’s too short; have a ball!
Fuck your friends! Be a friend to your user!”
Bravado
She cried “Lord! Stick your finger in first!
From the size of that thing, I might burst!
No, I’m not saying no.
I might give it a go …
Oh my God! What the fuck! Do your worst!