Naked, slippery, nothing to grip,
Crazy fucking, afraid she might slip,
Which she kept on despite,
Though afraid that she might
Split her pussy, or sprain a damn hip!
Month: October 2018
Bummer
She woke up the next morning and moaned,
“Oh my God” she thought. “Boy, was I stoned!”
Things got out of control…
She’d yelled “Hey man! Wrong hole!”
But by then, she’d already been boned.
Cherry blossom time
She was sixteen, no longer a kid,
Cherry something of which to be rid.
That cute guy at the gym,
She could lose it with him…
Could…might…would… in fact, did!
Opportunity knocking
He got hard when they kissed. Not surprising;
Impressively so, no disguising!
She thought “My, oh my!
Well, I’ve found my new guy…
A good sort, and I’m also upsizing!”
Not that kind of girl
Not the kind of girl guys would give rings to,
Not someone a nice fellow brings to
His house. “Meet the folks!”
No, she drinks and she smokes…
More the kind just to do filthy things to!
The swine!
Tall and handsome! The way that he walked,
Things he said, just the way that he talked…
Said he loved her and that…
Well, she did smell a rat…
But by then she’d already been porked!
Gone astray
In her little chemise, of white cotton,
Her mother’s advice quite forgotten,
Her panties gone south,
And his cock in her mouth…
What a scoundrel! How perfectly rotten!
Not playing fair
It began as a game… Bound and gagged,
Cold and sore, the poor girl’s spirits sagged.
It had barely begun
When it ceased to be fun,
But by then, she’d already been shagged!
No joy-ride
When he’d tied her up, yeah, she’d been willing,
(Some fantasy he was fulfilling),
She couldn’t escape…
It was pretty much rape…
Well, at least, one might say, less than thrilling!
The compromise
Though their marriage was fairly robust,
Lots of sex, (but not very much lust),
They both turned a blind eye
To stray roots, the odd lie,
As one might, to save pain, and so must.