She walked round the house mostly undressed;
Flashed her neighbour some arse or some breast.
He was awfully cute!
She’d have loved a nice root,
But best not, not to foul her own nest.
Month: January 2017
Je ne sais quoi
Although women are mostly homogenous,
Some, in whom something endogenous
Helps them surpass
Plain old tits, pussy, arse,
Are just all-over bloody erogenous!
Father knows best
“Well, my son, she’s a beautiful bride,”
Said his dad, “but still, cast your net wide.
She’s a good fuck, I know;
Keep your eyes open, though,
For the chance of a bit on the side!”
She’s only human
Her new consort seemed well engineered,
Though humanoid sex still felt weird.
That penis extension!
A lovely invention!
And hard night and day, it appeared!
More than she can chew
“Are you certain all this is quite safe?”
She attempted to say, the poor waif,
Indistinct, through her gag.
“Can’t we just have a shag?
That damn pussy rope’s starting to chafe!”
Bad or good?
Little tits, pussy shaved, to infantilise,
Shy girlish giggles, to tantalise…
Quite understood…
Though, to say she’d been good
Would, of course, be to tell poor old Santa lies!
A ride in the country
Was her new saddle somehow enchanted?
She slid back and forward and panted,
Buck naked, of course,
Just herself and her horse,
As she cried out and came, as he cantered!
Teacher’s pet (he wishes!)
“You should see our new teacher!” says I.
“Got an arse what could make a man cry!
When she bends down or sits!
And them bloody great tits!
If she turned round, she’d knock out your eye!”
Mateship
Bloody men, standing round by the keg!
Don’t they want to throw over the leg?
What’s a girl got to do
In this place for a screw,
Get her knickers off, bend down and beg?
Waste not, want not
The poor girl! Passed out, pissed as a newt!
Panties showing. Those tits! She’s damn cute.
She’s so cheeky and flirty,
She wouldn’t get shirty,
He hoped, if he slipped her a root.