“God, he’s slow!” she thought. “Shy, I suppose.
He could have any woman he chose!
And me, love in my eyes,
Pussy juice down my thighs,
Like some snotty kid’s damn runny nose!”
Month: January 2017
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“Look at you, pet, all sulky and sniffy!”
She said. “Just keep rubbing your stiffy!
Your friend’s almost done,
Then some nice buttered bun!
Slip, slop, slap! You’ll get off in a jiffy!”
Opportunity knocks
Young and pretty, not terribly bright;
Still a virgin! He’d soon put that right.
Never seen a hard cock.
He imagined her shock,
Pussy stretched round it, lovely and tight!
Sackcloth and ashes
I’ve been weak, said the priest at confession,
Had sex with young girls, a transgression.
I’ll pray hard tonight,
Do some penance. Alright?
Anything but the scourge and the hessian!
Bottom line
A nice dinner, a pretty good wine;
When he asked for a fuck, she said “Fine,
Just the usual way?
For a bondage scene, say,
I’d expect an enhanced bottom line.”
Things that go bump in the night
Some damn chap into whom she had bumped,
At the bar, perhaps? Still she was stumped…
Though she gave not a toss…
But remained at a loss,
As to how, or by whom she’d been humped.
Strayed
Having given in, frightened, dismayed,
She knelt down, right there, naked, and prayed.
“God, I know it’s a sin,
But I’m blaming the gin…
Could it be, somehow, maybe, okayed?”
Tears and fears
She was tasty! Goddam finger-lickin’ !
“Go on, urged his mates. “Are you chicken?”
They’d all had a go,
And he wanted to, though,
When she’d cried, he’d felt sort of guilt-stricken.
The floral emblem
Baby-smooth, cunt shaved clean as a whistle!
It grew back, though, stiff, prickly bristle.
She thought “Fuck the razor!
Next time I’ll get laser,
Look more like a rose than a thistle!”
Aftershock
Though her pussy had taken a battering,
Still, at her age, it was flattering;
He, so damn young,
So impressively hung!
And her orgasm! Bloody earth-shattering!