Look, I’m sorry to be a wet blanket,
She said. Spank my arse! Go on! Spank it!
I’ll give it a suck,
But I don’t want to fuck.
Here, give me your cock and I’ll wank it!
Month: September 2018
Defeated
His insistent demands grew so heated,
His groping so often repeated,
His hands up her dress,
On her tits! Her distress
So great…”God! Go on! Fuck me!” she bleated.
Sexual mechanics
Did the earth move? Well, no. Was it splendid?
In fact, she’d been glad when it ended;
The grunting, the sweat
Her bed smelly and wet…
The whole farce into which it descended!
Spoils of war
Genghis Khan and Attila the Hun,
Once the carnage and slaughter were done,
Raped the daughters and wives,
(Kindly sparing their lives),
A bit harsh, though some thought it quite fun.
By a process of deduction
She’d gone out to the pub and got plastered;
She woke up, her jeans still half-masted,
Her pussy awash!
“Strange,” she thought, then “Oh gosh!
That cute guy must have fucked me, the bastard!”
Not bashful
On reflection, she’d been a bit rash,
To have popped out her tits, done a flash!
The lads choked on their beers,
So, (clapping and cheers),
She’d bent down and showed them her gash!
Against all odds
He had such a huge cock, the damn lech!
And the girl, still a virgin, poor wretch!
Her young pussy so tight!
No chance! Well…he just might
Get it in, (which he did), at a stretch!
Fetching
In her nightie, she looked rather fetching,
The way it was clinging and stretching.
She’d give him a screw,
Try the deep-throat thing too,
Which she still couldn’t do without retching!
The siesta
In the heat of the day, as she naps,
Skirt scrunched up, it exposes the flaps
Of her pussy, poor girl,
(The moist flesh, the soft curl),
To a man passing by, say, perhaps!
Free will and determinism
She showed plenty of boob, which was great,
Wore no panties, which didn’t equate
To her being a slut,
Not conclusively, but
At the very least, though, tempting fate!