Gosh, she thought, all these people are staring…
Perhaps it’s this dress that I’m wearing…
It’s see-through, I guess…
Like I’m nude, more or less…
For a funeral, maybe too daring!
Month: July 2020
The chatting up
He said “Miss, if I might be so bold,
You may think that I’m sleazy and old,
But I’m rich, and I’ve got
A big house and a yacht,
And a very nice penis, I’m told.”
Cold as charity
One must do what one can for the poor,
Said his lordship. Say, take that young whore…
One might give her some trade…
She gets fucked, she gets paid…
That she’s so young, of course, we deplore!
Tryst
She’d gone out on the heath for a ramble,
In hope they might meet, a sly gamble.
They did, indeed, too…
No-one saw, no-one knew,
And they kissed… which was just the preamble!
Toy
She lay spreadeagled, nude, while he toyed
With her cunt, which she rather enjoyed,
But was somewhat absurd…
She’d have sort of preferred
He just fuck her, and felt, well, annoyed.
Brat
She grabbed hold of his cock and she spat,
And then started to rub it, the brat…
Then a suck, and a lick,
And, well, that did the trick…
And he came on her face and tits… splat!
Shock and awe
“Want a fuck?” he said, sort of off-handish.
She laughed. It just seemed so outlandish!
He then, to her shock,
Said “I’ve got a nice cock…”
Which he whipped out, to gleefully brandish!
Men are bastards
Men are bastards, she’d learned to her cost.
She’d been wooed, screwed, and then double-crossed!
I’m a damn fool, she sighed…
Never mother, nor bride…
Just my fucking virginity lost!
The warming of the spirit
“Let me make you another rum toddy,”
He said. She thought “This isn’t shoddy…
Nice house… One more drink…”
She was starting to think
She might let him make use of her body.
Impunity
Being raped was, of course, quite concerning,
She mused, bosom heaving, cheeks burning…
But what could she do?
He’d deny it she knew…
She’d survived, the damn world was still turning.