Being married, man.. God! Fucking bliss!
Wake up hard, fuck the wife, take a piss.
Home for lunch, a quick screw…
Wants it after work too!
Does it get any better than this?
Month: December 2019
Camel toe caravan
All those girls in the street, wearing tights…
God! What fucking delectable sights!
Sweaty gym-topped young mums,
With their pants up their bums,
And a pussy that looks like it bites!
Who dares wins
When her turn came around, she chose DARE.
“Fuck the guy on your left.” What? Right there?
On the couch? On the floor?
While they cheered, what’s more?
She was drunk enough, though, not to care.
If
If you weren’t my damn boss, which you are,
I’d be getting straight out of your car,
She said. Gimme a break!
I’m eighteen, for fucksake!
Get your fuckin hand out of my bra!
Enough rope
Tight enough? But not too tight, he hopes.
Hang her up now, and see how she copes,
Being screwed in mid-air.
Does she know? Does she care,
That he’s only still learning the ropes?
Campus life
In the Sigma sorority dorm,
Home-made porn’s pretty much the new norm.
Giving head’s the new kissing…
Girls playfully pissing…
It sucks in the boys by the swarm!
Going it alone
After all of those men that she’d dated,
She found herself bored and frustrated.
Men wanted a whore!
Fuck em all, then! she swore.
Masturbation seemed much under-rated.
Worst fears
He leans closer and quite frankly leers…
No chance of escape, it appears!
He pours more champagne…
Well, it might dull the pain…
And she blushingly, weeping, says “Cheers!”
All not lost
She suspected the guy was a phoney…
Undressed, he was pale and bony,
With holes in his socks…
But a prince among cocks…
Long and thick as a donkey or pony!
Degrees of separation
She just wanted to be just good friends,
But at puberty, innocence ends.
And good old rough and tumble
Becomes grope and fumble,
Then fucking, as nature intends!