As she drank more her vision grew blearier.
Soon she got suddenly wearier.
Naked! How? When?
Who were all those strange men?
Though great fun, it could not have been eerier.
Month: May 2016
Sexual hygiene
Fungi, viruses, prions, bacteria,
Cunts are a germ cafeteria!
Look, but don’t touch!
Just jerk off or some such,
While you stare at its tempting exterior.
Blind-sided
He’d considered his marriage robust,
Was appalled as he watched it go bust;
All the tears and fights,
His wife going out nights,
Dressed to show off her lovely low bust!
Not a good look
Though she didn’t throw up (only just),
Her self pity and guilt and disgust
Were made worse by the mess
His cum made of her dress,
Now dried out to a silvery crust!
Getting to the point
He was hung like a horse, so she heard,
She invited him in, undeterred.
First a gin, to relax,
And then down to tin tacks;
Arse or pussy? Whiche’er he preferred!
Not her day
Hard to say; was one awful bit worst?
He at least used a condom… It burst.
Then the louse, bold as brass,
Stuck his cock up her arse…
Without pausing to even spit first!
Cherry picking
She seemed not to mind too much undressing;
A virgin, perhaps, he was guessing,
A bit shy, not very,
And losing her cherry
Not something she found too distressing.
Lone wolf
He was hard to get on with, a loner,
The girl spoiled, dumb, and a moaner.
He should have called quits,
But the curve of her tits,
And her arse gave him such a damn boner!
Choirgirl
A young choirgirl, basically moral,
Got into a quite nasty quarrel,
With some rude bitch who
Said that everyone knew
Her main talent was oral, not choral!
Out in the open
She was caught naked, fucking outdoors;
When asked why, she just said “Just because …
Fucking life’s such a bore!
Why not act like a whore?
And if that doesn’t suit you, up yours!”