She’d been horny enough, keen as mustard!
A guy after whom she had lusted
Had seemed worth a go,
But the sweat and smells, though,
And the taste of him left her disgusted.
Month: June 2014
The girlfriend
Over time marriage soured, love dwindled;
She felt she’d been screwed, used and swindled.
Though not quite intended,
A girl she befriended
Seduced her and passion rekindled!
Time exposure
She said “Bloody hell! This is the pits!
Tied up, stark naked, freezing my tits!
And you haven’t done much,
But take photos and such;
If it’s hard yet, let’s see where it fits!”
Mum’s the word
When a girl’s biological clock
Starts to tick, she thinks more about cock;
Men become candidates
To be fathers and mates,
Or, let’s face it, to just fuck! Tick, tock!
Arousal
She’d stripped down to her knickers and cami,
Still blushing, her underarms clammy,
But horny as hell…
Nipples hard, (could he tell?)
Her damp pussy as slick as wet chamois!
The bohemian
Her behaviour, at times, gave one pause.
Things she said caused the dropping of jaws.
If she fucked indiscreetly,
She’d simply smile sweetly,
When found out, and say “Well, up yours!”
The vamp
Sexy, stylish, pert, quite the young vamp!
Other girls whispered she was a tramp.
Underneath her short skirt,
Which she’d hitch up, and flirt,
Frilly panties, decidedly damp!
Gin, ironic
When the Mistress got into a mood
She’d sit nude in the parlour and brood,
Drinking gin, cursing men,
By whom, had she, back then,
Just said yes, she might well have been screwed!
Moment of truth
Just a moment before lost in passion,
Aghast now, her pretty face ashen,
Shocked, naked, confused.
This could not be excused!
To be used in such barbaric fashion!
Loss of innocence
At the point of (Sob! Gasp!) no return,
Beyond guilt, past religious concern,
Reckless now, lost to sin,
She begged “Put it all in!”
Though so innocent, eager to learn!