Little tits, pussy could have been tighter;
Not bad, though, for just a one-nighter.
His wife wouldn’t know,
And she’d wanted it, though
That somehow didn’t make it much righter.
Month: January 2017
Sisters
She had blonde pubes, her sister’s were carroty,
Fair, freckled; funny disparity.
Both of them cute,
And they both loved a root,
But comparison caused much hilarity!
Her cards on the table
She explained that she’d not be averse
To some anal, or bondage, or worse;
Pain and suffering too,
Nothing she wouldn’t do!
(Which her fees would, of course, reimburse.)
The oldest profession
She got by, scraped along, rather meagrely,
Selling her favours illegally,
Down on her luck;
A quick, lucrative fuck
Opportunity sought after eagerly!
Body armour
Though he’d thought that he’d had it all sorted,
Her tits were so trussed up, supported
By wires and straps,
Hooks and buckles and snaps
That all hope of a grope was soon thwarted!
Being fruitful and multiplying
Being pregnant, she soon lost her figure,
But still, as her belly got bigger,
Her tits did as well,
She was horny as hell,
And still fucked with commendable vigour!
Her maiden name
Dress and underwear tangled and tattered,
Her good name besmirched, cum-bespattered,
She had a good cry…
One quite understood why…
Not, of course, that he cared, or it mattered.
Spilt milk
The damn girl had come over all tearful.
Right from the start she’d seemed fearful.
“Lord! What a mess!
Cum all over me dress!”
She cried. “Ma won’t half give me an earful!”
Juice
Her dress clinging, sweat-soaked in the heat,
As she sways and gyrates to the beat,
Sultry queen of the tango,
Cunt sweet as a mango,
To fuck, or just smell, or to eat!
Just say no!
A dark street, a plain, black hansom cab;
She approached, her dress threadbare and drab.
From within, a voice said
“There’s warm food and a bed,
If you’ll come with me, back to my lab!”