Please excuse me, Madame, would you mind…
If, perhaps, you were that way inclined,
If I fucked, to be blunt,
Your delicious young cunt?
Be your guest? Thank you! Terribly kind!
Month: March 2021
Bitter-sweet
Welts from whips, the occasional bruise…
His, her master’s to use and abuse.
Bound with ropes, hung in chains,
Pleasures sweet, sweeter pains,
Little choice, though she’d never refuse!
Climax
Hands and lips till her cunt juices flowed.
He fucked fast at first, hard, and then slowed…
Long, deep strokes to her core,
Plunge and slowly withdraw…
Panting, moaning, she thought she’d explode!
Moving on
She stopped fucking, looked sort of perplexed,
And said “What do you mean? Oversexed?
‘Cause I think fucking’s fun?
Well move over. You’re done.
And your cock’s bloody small, ain’t it? Next!
Friends
He and she are just real good friends…
Maybe more… well it sort of depends…
He’d got hard when they’d kissed…
They were both a bit pissed…
He thinks “Wow! Let’s just see where this ends!”
Nature or nurture
“Wanna suck?” she says, down on her knees,
And she gives it a rub and a squeeze…
It ain’t like she’s a slut…
Her big sister is, but.
And her mum. And her old man’s a sleaze.
Pop tart
“You like tits? Whatcha think about these?”
She said, poppin em out… bloody tease!
“Ain’t they great?” she said, gigglin,
Big bouncy boobs jigglin.
“So go on then. Give em a squeeze!”
Life support system for penis
A big, handsome, dumb, gullible youth,
Barely shaving, and rather uncouth…
But he’ll do for a root,
She thinks… horny young brute,
Any cock would, to tell the damn truth!
Handbag
Of her cherry, at last, disencumbered,
She sighed with relief, although lumbered,
It seemed, with this jock…
Just a man… just a cock,
But his days as her handbag were numbered.
Field research
His hard penis, on which she was perched,
(This was something, in fact, she’d researched)
Was much bigger than most,
She thought, thick as a post…
As she came hard, and wailed and lurched!