Plied with sherry, she started to totter.
She felt inexplicably hotter,
Began to undress.
She may well have said yes,
Perhaps not, if he’d asked her, the rotter!
Month: February 2017
Heat
In the tropics, girls’ pussies are humid,
Men’s cocks dangle heavy and tumid;
Folks fuck day and night,
(Perhaps not, if they’re white),
At least so it’s reliably rumoured!
Daddy dearest
Hurt and scandalised, weeping, she trembled,
Her clothing, at least, reassembled.
He said “Sorry, chum,
I thought you were your mum,”
Who, in fairness, she rather resembled.
Not on target
“At the risk of appearing a nark,”
She said, “darling, I know that it’s dark;
It might feel the same
But, I’m sorry, your aim
Is an inch or so wide of the mark!”
A bone to pick
She protested he didn’t damn own her,
If other men wanted to phone her!
He had to agree,
But the thing was, you see,
He just wanted her body, to bone her!
Stretching the truth
Fuck!” she said to her friend, “I’m no squib,
But his cock was enormous, no fib!
Dislocated my jaw,
Wrecked my pussy! What’s more,
I suspect that it’s busted my rib!”
Taking charge of the situation
“My good man, must you be so obtuse?
Can’t you see my cunt’s dripping with juice?”
She exclaimed. “That’s the trick!
Stick that lovely big prick
Where the damn thing will be of most use!”
Honey, I’m home!
Naked, smiling. Nice way to be greeted!
This offer may not be repeated!
Fucked there, in the hall,
Her arse slapping the wall!
Now that’s how a good wife should be treated!
In depth
It sprang out of his pants and rose steeply;
She fought, didn’t sell herself cheaply!
She’d not let him know,
She swore later, although
It, in fact, had affected her deeply.
Black and white
She’d been round the block, rooted around,
Fucked all manner of men, and she’d found,
As she blithely confessed,
Black cocks plainly the best,
Just for size, at least so, pound for pound.