Chapter Fifteen: (It’s not in the book.)
Little Tinker Bell squirms on the hook!
Evil Captain H. smirks
As she flutters and jerks,
As she comes! Oh my God! I can’t look!
Month: December 2015
Wendy, darling!
Late at night. The hut’s full of Lost Boys,
Sound asleep, with their marbles and toys.
If they knew Peter Pan
Could make love like a man…
Wendy comes, with a soft, strangled noise!
Unfair competition
In a glade in a forest, a dryad,
A young human girl and a naiad
Made love to a satyr;
The girl told me later
He did it much better than I had!
Girl talk
Though he thinks he’s some kind of a stud,
In the cot he’s a bit of a dud,
And his cock could be bigger,
She said with a snigger;
His big talk and bragging’s all crud!
More sinned against than sinning
Sleazy bastard, disgusting and beastly!
To squeeze her tits! Bloody unpriestly!
Just touching his prick
Made her feel quite sick,
And the taste of his semen, not leastly!
Non-gender-specific
She was cute as a button, or cuter,
Great tits and nice arse, a mad rooter!
She didn’t much care
About how, when or where,
Man or woman, uncertain or neuter!
All in the family
She stands, dripping. He stares. Damn intrusive!
Her step-dad as well… so abusive!
Though, truth to admit,
It’s just this kind of shit,
To which flashing her tits is conducive.
Relatively speaking
Cousin-rooter! A nasty appellative.
Who could resist, though a relative!
Nice little tits,
Arse. Well, if the shoe fits …
Though in fact it was mostly just fellative.
Dirty deeds
There was no need, poor girl, to embellish.
The truth was sufficiently hellish!
Deeds ever so vile!
His lascivious smile,
And his lecherous, treacherous relish!
Ensnared
Whether tricked or seduced or ensnared,
At this point she no longer damn cared…
If he stopped now she’d die …
She came then, with a cry!
And just think… she might well have been spared!