Fifty bucks for a fuck, cold, hard cash…
Pretty good, she thought, toking on hash…
“Yeah,” she said to the john,
Stripping off. “Fuck! You’re on!
Just a sec, while I pull out me stash!”
Month: November 2020
Hard to get
Introspective, shy, rather reclusive,
Which made her seem, though… what? Exclusive!
She seemed unaware
Of his love… Did she care?
Would to rape her be over-intrusive?
Hammer and tongs
“M-m-my g-g-god!” she cried, stammering…
“My c-c-c-cunt! What a hammering!”
“Take that!” he thought.
“A good hard fuck… if short.
It at least stopped your fucking shrill yammering!”
Tough
His whip cracked. He cried “Suffer, bitch, suffer!”
“Tough slut,” he thought. “Never seen tougher!”
He whipped her some more,
Fucked her hard… shock and awe!
He came… stopped… and she said “Do it rougher!”
Eden
Eve lay panting, the storm now abated,
While Adam smiled smugly, well sated,
And prayed to God “Thanks!
No more lonely damn wanks…
Eve’s the best fucking thing you’ve created!”
The nesting instinct
She was physically rather well blessed,
Which she showed off, the way that she dressed…
Never once fucked a guy
Without some reason why,
Which in some way helped feather her nest!
Lonesome cowboy
Since fifteen or so, when he’d begun,
Sex had never been done just for fun…
Though she loved him, she said,
And was awesome in bed,
She was just one more notch on his gun.
A rose by any other name
She’s been called a slut, which she denies,
But the sway of her arse and her thighs,
And her big bouncy tits…
Well, it pretty much fits…
Slut or prick-tease, whichever applies!
On the shelf
Poor girl, flower of youth sadly wilted,
She knitted and crocheted, and quilted.
Nor mother nor wife,
Never fucked in her life…
Once engaged, for a month, and then jilted.
Not just a pretty face
Pretty face, a good body, sweet-scented,
Though kissed and groped, never been entered,
Her hymen intact,
(I can vouch for the fact),
Although frayed at the edges and dented!