He pulled out. She got up and got dressed.
That would do for a few days, she guessed,
Then he’d want it again.
God! What is it with men?
If she cared, a girl might get depressed.
Month: September 2015
But why?
“She said “Golly, I’m still pretty dry.
I don’t know. If you want, you can try,
But it mightn’t go in.
Just the tip, to begin;
If it hurts too much, though, I might cry.”
Perspective
A few minutes, that’s all it had taken.
Virginity gone, vows forsaken.
She asked “Was it good?”
As she thought that one should.
He said “Fuck yeah! Next best thing to bacon!”
Coming of age
Only something that must be endured;
She stripped, spread her legs, and was skewered.
It didn’t hurt much,
Wasn’t awful, as such;
Her virginity gone at last. Cured!
Victor’s secret
He had rather a strange predilection;
He owned an extensive collection
Of panties and bras,
From whores, Hollywood stars,
Which he’d fondle, to get an erection.
Screen test
Her leaked sex tape, it now became clear,
Much wanked to, jokes made over beer,
Did not bring disgrace.
No, those tits (and her face),
And her arse helped kick-start her career!
Catkin
From around her cunt bristle and billow
Vast waves of hair, lush, a plush pillow,
Not so much a bush
As, if shove comes to push,
Something grander; a damn pussy willow!
Bad things
Just a half-drunken Friday night tryst;
“Do bad things to me, darling,” she hissed.
“Treat me like I’m a whore.
Leave me broken and sore!”
And at that stage, they’d only just kissed.
The zeal of the convert
“Well, alright,” she said, “play with my tits,
But no touching the other rude bits!”
His hand strayed, as it would;
She moaned “Fuck being good!
Stick your cock in! Wherever it fits!”
Life hack # 297
Girls are blessed with the cutest pink slits,
Where, like hand in glove, man’s penis fits.
Though they’re self-lubricating,
It does save the waiting,
If firstly one licks them, or spits.