As roots go, it was just mediocre.
But still, the damn practical joker,
He’d have his sly fun…
Pull her dress down when done…
Easy in…out…in… What if he woke her?
Month: May 2019
If
She should probably root the bloke, shouldn’t she,
Could, if she wanted to, couldn’t she?
Say he’s her first,
(Just a white lie, at worst).
God! She’d make the poor bastard’s day, wouldn’t she!
A certain inevitability
He’d be rooting her shortly , she sensed,
And she involuntarily tensed,
As he groped her down there…
It just seemed so unfair!
If he’d asked… but with which he’d dispensed.
Interior monologue
“God!” she thought. “This is rather provoking!
His cock down my throat, half damn choking!
Oh great! Now he’s come…
But… he’s fucking my bum!
Bloody hell! The man’s got to be joking!”
Living on the edge
If found out, she’d be disowned, disgraced.
Still, no need for such unseemly haste!
With a bit of bad luck,
This might be her last fuck…
Not to savour it, sinful damn waste!
Coming of age
The poor boy should have heeded Mum’s warning…
Scared out of his wits, the truth dawning…
An innocent kiss,
And it’s come now to this…
Somehow naked, her wet pussy yawning!
A lost cause
It’s not fucking, she told herself mentally.
What though, if, just accidentally,
(Was it a sin?)
His cock somehow slipped in?
(As it would, in fact, do, incrementally!)
Scarlet woman
Not until she was married! Not yet!
She flushed scarlet, broke into a sweat…
Just his hand on her breast…
She’d resist, do her best…
But then… why was her pussy so wet?
The big time
It was scary, quite blood-chilling, clearly.
Worse than rape. Killing her nearly!
Hung like a horse!
She’d survive it, of course,
And, in fact, found it quite thrilling, really!
Coping mechanism
“Oh my God! I don’t know how you cope!”
Said her girlfriend. “The whips and the rope!
And the bruises and such!
(Does it hurt very much?)
You at least get to come, though, I hope!”