She had pretty much nought but a smile on,
A wisp of silk (maybe just nylon).
He walked through the door,
Dropped his jeans on the floor,
Balls like apples, a cock like a pylon!
Month: March 2017
The rat race
A nice dinner, good wine, he was witty,
But forced himself on her; a pity.
Still, mostly convivial,
Damage just trivial.
Just part of life in the city!
Lies and damn lies
Her predicament grew rather dire:
His hand up her dress, moving higher!
“Oh Jesus!” she cried,
Panties tugged to one side.
“I’ll just put in the tip.” Bloody liar!
In praise of older women
She drank more, her tits sagged, she got beamier;
Sex with her, though, just got steamier!
Dissolute, true,
But by God, she could screw!
Still, her life, plagued by scandal, grew seamier.
Second thoughts
She regretted it, soon as she spoke,
Said “Alright then, okay” to this bloke,
When she should have said no,
But he’s fucked her now, so
Her consent’s a bit hard to revoke.
Floppy
The IT girl his start-up’s recruited
He met at some bar and he rooted,
And just now again,
And again, if and when
He can get his damn hard drive rebooted!
Good housekeeping
She’d have done this before, was his guess.
“Hold my drink, I’ll slip out of this dress.
Saves dry-cleaning”, she said,
Then knelt down, gave him head,
Swallowed too, maybe just to save mess.
The loophole
Well, it served her right, then, she admitted;
Her signed consent form had permitted
(She did have to squint,
Though, to read the fine print),
“Also anywhere else that it fitted.”
Define normal
At her boarding school, nights, in the dorm,
It was pretty much, frankly, the norm
That most girls shared a bed…
Well, we know where that led,
Though, most times, it was just to keep warm.
Rubbing her the wrong way
Back at school, girls gave other girls flowers,
And sometimes, at night, in the showers,
Rubbed each other’s cunts,
Tried to cum both at once
While we other girls watched and rubbed ours.