“Free tonight?” he asked… laudable tact…
“Yes, perhaps. Could you be more exact?”
“Okay, how would it suit
To have dinner, then root?”
“Very well, as a matter of fact!”
Month: October 2014
Hospitality
When a stranger came to the oasis,
Young women would veil their faces;
They wouldn’t say no
To a little root, though,
On a simply hospitable basis.
Fair game
Lean and agile, as sleek as an otter,
Smooth skinned, tanned; she couldn’t be hotter.
She gambolled about,
Happy, fit as a trout,
Till he caught her and fucked her, the rotter!
Willing
Her eyes downcast, she blushed, then went pale;
To be thus addressed by a male.
He loved her, he said!
He must take her to bed!
Inshallah! Yes! Thank God for her veil!
Pentathlon
So compliant, responsive and supple!
A pity to have to uncouple!
He’d fucked her five ways;
They lay spent, in a daze,
Post-orgasmic bliss, joint and quintuple!
Full-filling
She reached back and jiggled her hand, which,
Of course, caused his cock to expand, which
He rubbed on her bum
And, in front, soon to come
His friend’s cock; she the meat in their sandwich!
The heiress
Much as Father and Mother had cavilled,
She smoked, drank, had sex with men, travelled;
As if to embarrass,
She fucked in Rome, Paris…
Their plans (college, marriage) unravelled!
Coming attraction
She’d sucked, nibbled the tip, rubbed her lips with it,
Brushed her bush, pussy and hips with it;
“Big boy!” A smile.
We can fuck in a while,
But right now I’m just coming to grips with it!”
Nursery rhyme
Tuesday next is the first anniversary;
Twelve months since, however cursory,
After the bar,
They had sex in his car…
He could fuck her right now… in the nursery!