She’ll just grit her teeth, grin, and be strong.
Well, how long can a root take? Too long!
Though she led him on, yeah,
Still, it doesn’t seem fair!
How could things go so horribly wrong?
Month: March 2018
Spoilt for choice
Young and nubile, he’d said to her pimp;
There she is, bound and gagged, like a gimp,
His to use and abuse,
Any way he might choose…
And his damn cock still floppy and limp!
Augury
Her shirt buttons left mostly unclosed;
Was she favourably, then, disposed
To a roll in the hay?
If asked, what would she say?
Yes, he hoped, and correctly supposed!
The prankster
He was such a bad boy, when he drank,
Altogether too rude, to be frank!
Silly giggling fits,
Patting, squeezing her tits,
And her pussy, such juvenile pranks!
The lie of the land
Well, a woman would have to be blind …
She’d known fellows before of his kind!
He’d seduce her, perhaps,
As had various chaps,
Which she’d found that she didn’t much mind!
The impotence of prayer
Women pray to their various gods,
Pious whispers and gestures and nods.
If their gods only knew
The lewd things they then do,
They’d be damned, but then, what are the odds?
Catch a falling star
He resembled somebody quite eerily,
(Much as she saw him just blearily).
Famous or not,
He was pretty damn hot!
“Want a fuck?” (Just in case), she said cheerily.
Laissez faire
“Yeah”, she said, yawning, not much enthused.
”If you want.” God! One might be excused
For not bothering then,
But still, as would most men,
He thought “Fuck! Well she hasn’t refused!”
Ennui
Slightly drunk. half-undressed, she reclined.
He suggested a root. She declined,
Not from meanness or spite,
But then said “Oh, alright”,
Out of boredom, or just to be kind.
She could feel it in her waters
“It was thisss long, and thick as my wrist!
I said OK then, if you insist!”
She exclaimed with a grin.
“I got most of it in,
But it hurt for a week when I pissed!”