A nice pussy. Perhaps a bit loose,
Snug enough though, and plenty of juice.
A nice arse and great tits,
And the sum of the bits
This girl knows how to put to good use!
Month: July 2018
Zen and the art of marriage maintenance
Sunday mornings they’d lie in till ten,
Have a root, cup of tea, root again.
Something more than habitual,
Almost a ritual,
Sacred almost. Sort of Zen.
Opportunity knocking
At sixteen, still a virgin (though barely),
Life treated her bloody unfairly,
She thought, with a pout,
Having once more missed out,
When the chance of a root came so rarely!
Changing horses midstream
The two sisters liked fucking on top.
Pretty soon, one said “Y’all wanna swap?
He ain’t cum in me yet,
But he might soon, I bet,
So let’s switch, while there ain’t too much slop!”
Populist politics
“To the whipping post! Let her be scourged!
Flog the blasphemous bitch!” the crowd urged.
Sentenced, publicly stripped,
Satisfyingly whipped…
She had very nice tits, it emerged.
A grain of truth
If I do, will he then think the less o’ me?
Won’t his big cock make a mess o’ me?
Maybe, she’d guess,
Still, she gives in, says yes,
And gets starkers, and spreads! Open sesame!
Party games
Pretty drunk, she just lay, glassy-eyed,
Pussy dribbling a bit, open wide.
He unbuttoned his pants.
Well, why pass up the chance?
Not too lively, but still, a free ride!
Sarsaparilla
He pulled over, said “Want a root, dear?”
She cried “We can’t have a root here,
With cars driving by!”
Then she started to cry.
“Aww”,he said “then I’ll have a root beer.”
Service denial
In the end, she began to get cross.
She’d stop rootin’ him, show him who’s boss!
Serve him right, fuckin’ round,
Just like most men, she’d found,
But he’d prob’ly just shrug, say “your loss”.
Small sins
Not a slut, but a frequent transgressor,
She said to her father-confessor.
Was sex still a sin,
If not all the way in,
Or, perhaps, she hoped, somehow, a lesser?