“Look, I know that I’m, like, well endowed,
And I know, when I come, I’m quite loud…
But I just wanna say…
I ain’t no slut. Okay?
And three does seem a bit of a crowd.
Month: March 2021
Inert
His cock dangled there, stubbornly, limply.
Poor girl, perky-titted and dimply…
She’d done her damn best…
Sucked and rubbed, all the rest…
“Useless prick!” she sighed, putting it simply.
Enough is not enough
Sweaty, panting, her gob-smacked expression
Suggested she’d had quite a session…
“Enough, please!” she begged.
“I’ll be walking bow-legged!”
“Suck my cock, then,” he said. Small concession!
Cheek
Bloody cheek! Not to be damn endured!
She thought. Situation, alas, rather fluid…
A grab of her arse…
(Almost dropped her damn glass!)
And next thing she’d been bloody well skewered!
Inclusivity
She did seem, precious girl, not to care
Who did what to her, who put what where,
As the men came and went,
Worn out, sated and spent…
“I’m a great root,” she’d said… not hot air!
On the market
Her short skirt and no panties, no bra
Might perhaps be a little faux pas,
She thinks, sipping her drink,
Thighs spread, flashing the pink…
Moves like that, she’ll more likely go far!
Working out
Half truths, fibs, little harmless deceits,
When on Tuesdays and Thursdays she cheats…
No, she’s not at the gym…
She’s in bed rooting him,
The young, rough (so well hung) bloke she meets!
Gifted
For a man… well, a boy, so damn young’
I must say, he’s impressively hung,
She thought, coming again,
And again, and again…
And so handsome! And such a smooth tongue!
Laughing stock
“Oh my God! He’s the fucking court jester!”
Thought Gwendoline. “Trust him to pester
A woman so much…”
A sly word, a sly touch…
As the smug little varlet undressed her!