A small sin, just a slight moral lapse,
A small act of rebellion perhaps.
She’d kissed … never mind who,
And gone down on him too,
And quite possibly (fill in the gaps).
Month: February 2018
The romantic arts
Her damn love life was all fits and starts!
She’d allowed men to touch bits and parts,
Touched that part of them too!
Well, what more could she do?
Men cared more about girls’ tits than hearts!
Kiss a frog, anyone?
Fast becoming a sexual hermit,
Plain luckless and fuckless, a Kermit,
He could have used whores
But he didn’t because …
It lacked… romance, he guessed you could term it.
Jack and Jill
As the day dragged on, stifling a yawn,
“Serves me right, staying up until dawn,”
She thought. “Wish I’d been drunk,
Getting screwed by some hunk,
Not at home, jilling off, watching porn!”
A toe in the door
The poor girl was distinctly on edge,
When he whipped out his meat and two veg.
Though she started to cry,
In the blink of an eye,
He’d slipped in the thick end of his wedge!
Doing her duty
Dashing, handsome, his blue eyes hypnotic,
The uniform strangely erotic.
“Alright, you big brute,
Yes, I’ll give you a root.
Well, to not would seem unpatriotic!”
Malice aforethought
A tit perv? Just a casual gawker?
Perhaps just an innocent walker.
She does, though, suspect
That his cock was erect.
He might well be a rapist, a stalker!
Gordian knots
To have fucked her like that was damn spiteful.
The being tied up, too, just frightful!
Was she, though, to blame,
Since she had, to her shame,
Found the whole wretched saga delightful?
The birds and the bees
“Women, son, have a part underneath,”
Said his Dad,”a pink hole, like a sheath,
And, of course, this is there
To be fucked, but take care.
Some, I’ve heard, are like coon traps, with teeth!”
Fact and fiction
True, her orgasm may have been fake,
(How much noise can one small woman make?)
But her blood-curdling scream
Was legit, it did seem,
When he slipped up her arse by mistake.