Not a slut, though her morals are loose,
She puts out at the slightest excuse;
Great tits, arse, what the hell!
A damn girl might as well
Put the assets she’s got to good use!
Month: December 2014
Sweet fruit, thorny tree
Though her manner was certainly truculent,
Naked, he thought, she’d be succulent!
Virgin, no doubt.
He was casting about
For a more fitting ajective: fuckulent?
Mateship
We get drunk. My mate’s girlfriend is there.
They start fucking. I say “That’s not fair!
I’ve got no one to screw!”
He says “You fuck her too…
She’s got plenty of holes. We can share!”
The bridal waltz
Blushing, shy, as befitting a bride,
To her bridesmaid she whispers (aside),
“I’m surprised he can dance!
He’s fair bursting his pants!
God! Just wait till I get him astride!”
Toy boy
When she plays with herself, as one does,
One hand cupped on her soft, springy fuzz,
In the other, her toy,
She imagines a boy…
Fingers fluttering, pussy abuzz!
Hope springs eternal
He was hard in her hand, so hope glimmered;
So horny, it seemed, but so timid!
While she, hot to trot …,
Would he fuck her or not?
Having come to the boil, she simmered!
Paddling in the gene puddle
It began with a kiss and a cuddle.
Her feelings were all in a muddle;
The things that he said,
The wine gone to her head
Served her thoughts all the more to befuddle!
Let down
He pressed into her big breasts and nuzzled;
Her milk flowed, he greedily guzzled.
“Bit odd!” she thought, bored,
But the fact he ignored
The best bits, down below, left her puzzled!