I suppose that’s what comes of one’s flirting,
She mused. Just a squeeze… and he’s squirting!
All over her dress!
Sticky, horrible mess!
Though it had been, at least, quite diverting!
Month: December 2019
Common sense
“Look”, he said. “Darling don’t take offence…
It just comes down to dollars and cents.
Better just to fuck whores,
And not marry, because
Children, schooling… All needless expense!”
Clothes make the man
A young man, whom she’d met at croquet,
Came to call, with a lovely bouquet,
In his Sunday-best suit…
When he asked for a root,
Though she blushed, she still murmured “Okay.”
Unlucky 13
Them poor hillbilly girls, and their mothers,
If only they’d had their damn druthers,
Then might not have been,
Say from twelve or thirteen,
Fucked by all their damn cousins and brothers
Plain talkin’
“Would you kindly stop sayin’ I’m pretty”,
She said. “‘Cause I ain’t, more’s the pity.
Quit talkin’ ’bout love. It
Fair sickens me! Shove it!
And get your damn hand off my titty!”
The fit
Yoga pants are god’s gift to us pervs,
Hugging tight to girls’ ripples and curves…
Camel toe, the split arse…
With a bra-top, all class!
Girl who wears em gets what she deserves!
A formidable woman
She’s a bit of a drunk, and a trollop.
Her right fist, if irked, packs a wallop!
She gives awesome head…
When you get her in bed,
You’ll be coming, cross-eyed, by the dollop!
On a hiding to nothing
“See her, naked! Vile, blasphemous bitch!”
Roared the priest, whip hand starting to twitch.
“Incubus, or foul slut…”
(The whip’s lash stung and cut…”
Witch or harlot, it matters not which!”
Touchée
She’d run off with her fencing instructor,
(In fact, just a ruse, to abduct her!)
So dashing, so handsome!
To hold her for ransom!
She’d thought they’d go home when he’d fucked her
What the Dickens?
“Goodness me! You are bold, Mr Dickens!”
His maid exclaims, flushed. Her pulse quickens…
“Bend over, my dear”,
He says, drawing near,
Cock hard in his hand… The plot thickens!