Candles, flutes; she relaxed, closed her eyes.
His strong hands rubbed her breasts and her thighs,
So damn sensually
That eventually
She begged “Fuck me!” midst soft moans and sighs.
Month: September 2015
Thin end of the wedge
Just a little sartorial lapse;
She’d got dressed in a hurry perhaps.
She strolled out to the pool
(God, she felt such a fool)
Swimsuit thong wedged between her pink flaps.
Falling woman
He’d corrupted her, led her astray,
Morals, clothing, both in disarray,
Though not rooted yet, quite,
It would be a long night,
And where’er there’s a will, there’s a way!
Rio de Janeiro nights
Down in Rio, it’s whispered that Django,
Dance master and king of the tango,
Though well-hung, it’s said,
When he takes girls to bed,
Does strange things with a peeled ripe mango!
She didn’t see it coming
She was young, reckless, sexy and cheeky,
The chap was decidedly freaky.
Blindfolded, hog-tied,
All good fun, but he’d lied,
And he buggered her too; a bit sneaky!
That’s life
Normal sex play, of course, she enjoys,
With her fingers, or close friends or toys.
Though at times she’s annoyed,
Fucking’s hard to avoid…
She’s a girl, and well…boys will be boys.
In a Scottish glen
Her smock slashed by the dirk of the laird,
Naked, flushed, she defiantly stared;
For the pride of her clan,
She would best any man,
In a fight or a fuck, if he dared!
The triumph of eros
Lest some poor, helpless, sex-deprived male
Be roused, she wears long robes and veil;
The sway of her breast
Hints at what may be guessed
Of her body within, soft and pale.
The birds and the bees: Lesson 1
What on earth was Dad doing to Mummy?
He squashed her, he bounced on her tummy.
She moaned. Did it hurt?
Something started to squirt,
And she licked it… it did look quite yummy!
Something to get her teeth into
Sex and drugs, she thought; God, what a bore!
She just didn’t get off any more.
Bondage? Fun for a while.
Other girls? Not her style.
Maybe vampires. Blood-sucking! Gore!