Friday night, at the bar… they’d just met…
“What a stud!” she thought, already wet.
“I could fuck you all night!”
He said. “Suits me alright…”
She replied. “If that’s no idle threat!”
Month: October 2016
Hindsight
Young and pretty, though rather short-sighted,
Next day she was less than delighted,
When told she’d been had
By her boyfriend, his dad,
And a couple of mates they’d invited!
The girl next door
Though her tits are just bumps on her ribs,
“I might marry you one day” he fibs.
She says “I love you too…
When I’m ready to screw,
And I’m old enough to, you’re first dibs!”
Clothes maketh not the man
Cowboy hat, boots, big buckle, quite phoney.
Tall, gangling, bow-legged and bony.
Nice smile though, she thought;
Yes, a bloody good sort.
As it turned out, too, hung like a pony!
Taking the mickey
First she thought he was taking the mickey,
His saying he fancied a quickie.
He did mean it though,
She found out, cheeks aglow,
And her panties all soggy and sticky!
The knock-back
She’d be up for a root, he appraised,
But thought later on, wounded and dazed,
He’d been rather too blunt…
That the mention of cunt,
Might perhaps have not been so well phrased.
Yearning
Though consumed with libidinous yearning,
Poor girl, she at least, though, was learning
To say no at first,
The fuck (postponed at worst)
All the better for being discerning.
Crossing the line
Around fourteen her womanhood loomed…
Hips and breasts swelled. More knowing. She bloomed.
Stupid boys in her class
Squeezed her tits, groped her arse,
To much more of which shit she was doomed.
The runaway
Pretty runaway, ripe to be rooted,
Sized up by the pimp and recruited,
Picked up on the street,
Young and tender, fresh meat,
For himself to use too, when it suited.