“Local girls” said the sarge. “For the use of.
For sampling the sexual juice of.
For casual rooting
In lulls in the shooting.
For sport and for carnal abuse of.”
Month: November 2020
Rebuffed
His romantic advances rebuffed,
Flabbergasted, milord huffed and puffed.
“Turn me down, would you, bitch?
That’s a bit jolly rich!
You can bloody well go and get stuffed!”
Epicurean taste
At the top of tonight’s bill of fare
Is the waitress… served medium rare…
Tenderloin, rump or breast,
For just one greedy guest,
Or for two or more, maybe, to share!
Disgust
She finds sex, sort of, vaguely disgusting…
The grunting and sweating and thrusting,
The mess when men come,
In her pussy or bum,
Yet she finds herself slowly adjusting.
The dungeon
The whole dungeon thing… quite overdone,
She thought. Slave, indeed! Still… rather fun.
And the whip and the chains…
Still, she had, for her pains,
Had a fuck, and that’s better than none!
Beyond the pale
When he flopped out his penis, she paled…
“Oh God! I’m a virgin!” she wailed.
He ripped off her dress…
She sobbed “Look… maybe yes…
Give me time…” But by then she’d been nailed!
Just do it
She’s a bit of a wriggler and squirmer,
He thought, and his penis grew firmer…
“This won’t hurt a bit”,
He said, stooping to spit…
“God! Just do it!” she said, in a murmur.
Booty
As she walked (sashayed), swishing her tail,
The man in the street couldn’t fail
To justly conclude
She was out to get screwed…
Pussy up for grabs… maybe for sale!
Cuckold
Bound and gagged… a man couldn’t be dafter!
His wife’s moans, the fuck-sounds, her laughter!
He seethes, as he ought,
Yet he’s hard at the thought
Of his fucking her wet pussy after!
Panache
Even naked, the man had panache,
Cock upstanding, his bristling moustache…
Should she say, to be blunt,
That it tickled her cunt?
It might be, although true, a bit harsh.