“Yes! Oh yes!” she’d so breathlessly panted…
Six months up the duff, disenchanted,
She curses her luck…
Just one quick little fuck…
And him gone, once the seed had been planted.
Month: December 2020
Living the dream
She’d adored him so long, from afar…
Then they hooked up one night in a bar…
Like a dream coming true!
But not love… that she knew…
As they fucked in the back of his car.
Escape clause
There should be, like, a “cooling off” clause,
She thinks, hoping, at least, he withdraws…
Let him come on her face,
Her tits, some other place…
But she knows that she’s clutching at straws!
The new normal
Bondage sex (it was all rather tame)
She got off on… a nice edgy game.
Take it up one more notch?
Maybe let people watch?
Yep, she’d go back for more of the same!
In a spirit of enquiry
So she went on the net to arrange
Her first lesbian thing, for a change…
And she found it quite fun.
Tick that box. Been there. Done.
So what next? Bondage? Something more strange?
Goods and chattels
Wife and mother, a damn uphill battle!
She’s treated like goods or a chattel!
Fucked, beaten and cursed,
Or ignored, which was worst…
She’d much rather be one of his cattle!
Short shrift
Though she’d begged, she’d been given short shrift…
Defloration was brutal and swift.
Although still underaged,
She was not, like, outraged,
But was, quite understandably, miffed!
Bitter and twisted
She was left a bit bitter and twisted…
She’d said no, and cried, and resisted…
Been fucked nonetheless!
Might as well have said yes,
Since the bastard had bloody insisted!
Dirt
Her man drinks, gambles, treats her like dirt,
Calls her prick-teaser. Cunt. Dirty flirt.
Filthy slut. Fucking whore.
Yet she comes back for more,
Begging “Fuck me!” Embracing the hurt.
Still waters
She presented as dull and strait-laced,
And yet dreamed about being disgraced…
A wild, sordid affair,
But, of course, didn’t dare…
Virgin still… such a pitiful waste!