Just an idler, a sponger, a layabout,
Someone with whom, though, to play about,
Do anything,
Just a holiday fling,
To have something to go home and pray about!
Month: March 2016
Inside the mind of a MILF
Though to fuck him, of course, would be folly,
She thought it might be rather jolly.
So handsome, so young,
So impressively hung!
And his hand down her knickers, by golly!
Well drilled
He was knackered, drained dry, getting sore,
But the woman still cried out for more!
And well! What do you know?
Hard again! One more go!
Fourth time? Fifth? Who the fuck’s keeping score?
Protestations of love
Well, of course, in the course of events,
She got screwed. It was pretty intense!
All his talk about love;
Well, fuck! Heavens above!
It was hard to take too much offence.
Fashionista
Yeah, she knows anal’s cool, all the fashion,
But when he first tried, she went ashen,
And told him “Fuck! No!”
Now she does it, although
With her teeth gritted, not with great passion.
First things first
Love and sex go together, ideally;
Know the girl’s name, at least, clearly.
Sometimes though, like,
It’s like riding a bike,
Just a fuck, and who gives a fuck, really?
Out of her comfort zone
Naked, helpless, she’d panicked at first.
Pussy, anal, her mouth! How she’d cursed!
Fucked by so many men!
But right into it then…
Though the mob had already dispersed.
Talking with her mouth full
As she sucked, her head bobbled. Good look!
Her big tits bounced and wobbled and shook.
She said something, or tried,
When he came, her eyes wide,
But it came out as gobbledegook!
Wanton
She lounged, posture delightfully lewd,
Lovely labia glistening, dewed,
Nectar meant to be sipped.
Pouting pussy loose-lipped;
This girl lent a new meaning to nude!
Good form
As a fresher, of course, to conform
To the rather promiscuous norm,
She got laid when she could,
And gave head, as you would,
Just like all of the girls in her dorm.