She was curvy and pretty, big-breasted.
“Nice tits! Want a root?” he suggested.
“You’re pretty well hung,”
She said. “Show me your tongue…
Yeah… Go down on me first,” she requested.
Month: March 2016
Manners make the man
She was neither stuck up, nor a prude,
But the fellow was vulgar and crude!
Had he been more polite,
Then perhaps she just might …
No! she thought. I’m just not in the mood!
The id and the ego
She’d been used like a slut, hurt, disgraced.
She recalled it with lust, yet distaste,
But she’d do it again,
Which, as Freud would explain,
Masturbation, of course, just displaced.
Once upon a time, in Vienna
As she said to that man, Dr Freud,
She found sex, which at first she’d enjoyed,
Indeed, quite to excess,
Now, she had to confess,
Left her feeling just vaguely annoyed.
The existential nature of sex
Now the time came he always most hated;
He’d fucked her, his penis deflated.
He’d get hard again,
Fuck some more, but till then,
What to do with her now, while he waited?
A long night
A long night. She’d got pretty much pickled,
Kissed someone whose beard had tickled.
Woke up in bad shape,
With her pussy agape,
From which somebody’s semen still trickled.
Serial monogamy
Not a tart, but a slut still, essentially,
(Liked a good fuck, confidentially!)
Lovers to burn,
But loved each one in turn;
Rooting one then another, sequentially.
Counting her blessings
Naked mostly, both off and onstage,
Body still pretty good for her age;
Though the wrong side of thirty,
Still randy and flirty.
Booze, tips, tricks, why work for a wage?
Teacher’s pet
Teacher’s pet, damn Lolita, Head’s tart,
Stroked his cock, brought her mouth to said part;
Not hard yet, wait a while,
She thought, flashing her smile;
She’ll just give him a little head-start!
It’s all in the mind
Harems’ eunuchs, though widely reputed
To be fat and sexless, once neutered,
Still longed for the touch
Of a woman and such,
Though, of course, only wishful and muted.