Private parts not yet fully revealed,
Convinced, though, she’d pretty soon yield,
Right hand up her skirt,
His left under her shirt,
He pressed on… “Oooh! You’re naughty!” she squealed.
Month: September 2014
3D fantasy
The poor chap had been born quite myopic;
Girls’ tits were his favourite topic,
(Or pussies or arses),
And now he’s got glasses,
His perving is stereoscopic!
Immoral earnings
Discount vouchers, new logo, good branding;
The whorehouse’s trade was expanding!
Men quite well-to-do
Fucked a hooker or two,
Certain wowsers round town notwithstanding.
Highland fling
Scottish ways, to some folk, may seem foreign;
A Scottish lass, say, for a florin,
If asked the right way,
Wouldn’t likely say nae
To a taste of what’s under the sporran!
The honey pot
Said his father, “A word of advice;
Tits and pussies and bums may entice,
Which is all very well,
But the thing, truth to tell,
Is a chap’s fucking comes at a price!”
A cad and a bounder
Pretty-faced, (though her nose rather rostral),
He used and abused her, the wastrel!
She sat in a pout,
His seed dribbling out
Of her pussy, her mouth and one nostril.
Blurred aesthetic
“Fuck that dork? Not without anaesthetic!”
She said. “God! He’s bloody pathetic!”
She gave him a root,
Later, pissed as a newt,
So her words turned out rather prophetic.
Toy story
It does take quite remarkable poise,
With one’s cunt full of one of one’s toys,
When one comes in the street,
To pretend it’s the heat,
And not make inappropriate noise.
Beauty and the Beast
Beauty (Belle) fell in love with the Beast
(Long of fang, unattractively fleeced),
For his charm and his wit,
And, (she blushed to admit),
For his donkey-sized cock, last, not least!
Horoscope
Pisces, Virgo, their stars were aligned,
So they rooted. Love’s after all blind!
That particular night
It just seemed sort of right,
To just fuck, and she didn’t much mind.