Her attire was skin-tight and skimpy;
To not chat her up would be wimpy.
His mates urged him to,
But he couldn’t say boo,
And his cock had gone suddenly limpy.
Month: August 2013
Best laid plans
Her tits joggled and swayed, unsupported;
His eyes goggled, watching, and watered!
He jerked himself sore,
Would have liked to do more,
But she screamed, and his scheming was thwarted.
Full disclosure
Her blouse gapes as she blissfully dozes.
Her skirt hikes up too. Holy Moses!
No panties! No bra!
Is it going too far
To take photos? Well, yes, he supposes.
Participatory democracy
The top sheet was impressively tented,
The bed damp, the air musky-scented.
She thought, with a grin,
As she took it all in,
She was awfully glad she’d consented!
Willy-nilly
She was pretty and buxom, but silly;
Her bras and her panties were frilly.
She’d strip off when hot,
Got her tits out a lot,
And she called a man’s penis a “willy”!
Two in the bush
She’d somehow, just instinctively, known,
Whether supine or kneeling or prone,
Two was better than one,
Being screwed much more fun
Than her finger at home on her own!
Catholic tastes
She’d root anything vaguely mammalian,
Animal, vegetable, alien,
Man, woman, boy,
Flesh and blood or a toy,
Sometimes even a docile Australian.
A will and a way
He pushed hard, and he gave it a nudge,
But her hymen, alas, wouldn’t budge,
He thought just one last go…
With a running start… though
This, of course, was a bit of a fudge!
A smattering of applause
Staring gob-smacked, the poor randy fool,
Stands there happily jerking his tool.
She pretends not to see,
And continues to pee,
While his mouth and his penis both drool.
Shagworthy
Although skinny, her knees and wrists knobbly,
Her tits are humungous and wobbly,
And though not a slag,
If you ask for a shag,
Though she’ll grumble, she’ll still say yes, prob’ly.