Giggling drunk, just back from the ballet,
She was fucked by the smarmy valet,
And two bell-boys as well,
At the Savoy Hotel,
In a rather unseemly melee.
Month: March 2018
God’s gifts
She killed time at her various schools,
Till she worked out most men are damn fools,
Then she lived by her wits,
With her god-given tits
And her pussy as bargaining tools.
Assignation
Having looked from in front and behind,
Which best fit, as to gender assigned?
He or she has big tits,
A nice cunt, he admits,
But a cock too? It boggles his mind!
The gift-horse’s mouth
“I’ve had lovers,” she said. “Quite a few!
Though my great love’s been long overdue,
Now I’ve found my soul-mate,
(And the sex is just great),
But, oh God! Did it have to be you?”
The general and the particular
It did seem she did rather resent
The term slut, which he’d only half meant;
Yes, he’d gone a bit far,
Although most women are,
To a greater or lesser extent.
In an ivory tower
The poor chap, just a wee bit fanatical
Spent his entire sabbatical,
Working to show
A girl’s yes might mean no,
Or else, maybe, the nuance grammatical.
Chivalry is not dead
The princess, naked, lay waiting regally.
Wait! Was this this treason, though, legally?
Doubts cast aside,
Royal pussy spread wide,
He plunged in! “Tally-ho!” she cried eagerly.
La liberté
Though not one to be too sentimental,
He said “Dear girl, I’ll be gentle,
Me being your first…”
“Fuck,” she said. “Do your worst!
I don’t give a goddamn continental!”
Tutorial
“Not a bad try, but room to improve,”
She said. “Just stick your dick in the groove…
Now, slide down… Not too far!
Back a bit… There you are!
Now push. Harder! For fuck’s sake, boy! Move!”
Spot check
Her young breasts, full and firm, and hard-nippled,
Her tight buttocks twitched, tensed and rippled.
White skin, her red hair …
Was it this made him stare,
Or the freckles with which she was stippled?