Though his plan to seduce her was thwarted,
She nonetheless offered assorted
Alternative ways
To delight and amaze,
And he came so damn hard his eyes watered!
Month: November 2015
Fair call
“You’re a damned slut!” her husband said snidely.
“Well, yes, I do spread myself widely”,
She said, with a smile.
“It’s more fun, by a mile,
Than to sit round and scratch my cunt idly!”
Playing hard ball
Accidentally, quite unintended,
What started as just fun descended
To what? Not quite rape,
Though she couldn’t escape …
She was totally fucked! (Pun intended.)
Taken for a ride
New in town, fancy cars, neon lights;
A man offered to show her the sights.
She woke minus her purse,
And her phone, and what’s worse,
Her virginity, panties and tights!
God’s omniscience
She’s a dancer, she tells him, off-Broadway.
A stripper. Who cares? (The good Lord may…)
Does God really care
If crude drunken men stare,
While she takes off her clothes in a bored way?
The cost of doing business
In a downtown hotel in LA
A young hooker sucked off the valet,
The security crew
And a porter or two,
A few guests. What a fucking melee!
The eye of the needle
Where a girl’s bum and inner thighs meet,
The vagina sits, snug and discreet,
Tucked up, out of the way,
Like a smocked ruffle, say,
Or a nice, neat, inverted box pleat.
Teenage Tarzan
His first fuck! Fuck! Just so fucking glorious!
Grinning, chest-thumping… victorious!
Maybe hers too…
Maybe not… Shit, who knew?
(She, in fact, was a trifle notorious.)
Wild West 1
All those Hollywood cowboys are phoney;
The real ones, lean, mean and bony
Had bad breath and stank,
They fucked whores, swore and drank,
And did intimate things with their pony.
Wild West 2
What a low-down darned treacherous snake!
Caught by indians, trussed up to bake,
Nude, narry a garment!
He saved her, the varmint,
Then fucked her, still tied to the stake!