She recalled, later on, rather dimly,
Her having said no, rather primly,
Then waking to find
(Had she then changed her mind?)
Herself drunk, being fucked, smiling grimly!
Month: October 2014
The edible woman
Plucked and shaved, rubbed with oil of truffles,
Trussed tightly, she giggles and shuffles;
Chef, lover, masseur,
She’s his chicken chasseur!
She comes, moans, which her gag, of course, muffles!
Professional ethics
One’s relationship with one’s masseuse,
Though professional, quite often blurs:
Her soft hands on one’s skin,
Little towels so thin;
Fingers brush on one’s cock… “Mmmm!” she purrs!
Post-traumatic dress disorder
Just sixteen, little more than a child,
But precocious, flirtatious and wild!
Clumsy hands in her bra,
Being fucked in a car,
Though what trauma this caused did seem mild.
Informed consent
She asked “Where will you put it, precisely?”
“Your cunt,” he said, bluntly, concisely…
“Your mouth… What the hell,
In your arsehole as well.”
“Fine,” she said, that will do very nicely!”
Speed dating for beginners
Scared, confused, it was so hard to choose!
If she got it wrong, what would she lose?
Her virginity, true.
Did it matter though who?
Any prick would do! Fuck! Who cared whose?
Good loser
She’d lost bra, panties, totally bare!
He said “Play one more hand, if you dare!
If I win, then we fuck!”
She replied “Try your luck…
Or just screw me right now. I don’t care”
Consequences
Disobedient, ordered to strip;
The big dildo, the cane or the whip?
Naked, chained to the wall,
She thought “God! Maybe all!”
Cunt so wet it was starting to drip!
Friends and neighbours
Emma-Jean’s moods were wild and erratic;
Shy, scared, angry, horny, ecstatic;
The strange next-door kid
And her brother’s friends did
Such rude things to her, up in the attic!
Siren
Sexy siren, some wild mermaid’s daughter!
She asked, gave no sexual quarter,
Strong men came and went,
Awe-struck, wasted and spent.
God! This woman could fuck underwater!