The whole thing was a bit of a flop…
His small prick flipping, flopping, slip, slop.
Her cunt hungry and wet…
Had the fool not come yet?
“Oh for God’s sake!” she grumbled. “Just stop!”
Month: July 2021
Too late
He was vulgar, offensive and crude…
And what’s more, she’d not been in the mood…
He’d been overly forceful,
Though later remorseful…
But fuck! She’d already been screwed!
Deflowerment
Some days later, her tears all shed,
She no longer wished that she were dead…
Once deflowered, it’s done…
Sex might even be fun…
She should just get that into her head!
Venial sin
She does root, though she’s very discreet…
If she fancies a fellow, she’ll cheat…
An occasional yes
She need hardly confess…
Sin a notion she thinks obsolete!
Another day another dollar
Guess it’s all just a part of the job…
A girl can’t be a whore and a snob,
She thought. Can’t pick and choose,
Have much say who she screws…
Like this foul-mouthed old fucking fat slob!
Subtotal recall
She’d been raped, tied up, had her arse smacked…
Some big bloke (she knew that for a fact)
Had committed the crime.
Being drunk at the time,
It was hard, though, to be more exact.
Cock-crow
“Though I don’t like to blow my own trumpet,
I do get my fair share of crumpet!”
He crowed. “Let’s just say…
I don’t charm ’em, don’t pay…
They can bloody well like it or lump it!”
R&R
“Can we give it a break, please?” she pleaded.
She must be worn out, he conceded.
She’d shown lots of pluck…
It had been a long fuck…
And perhaps a bit rougher than needed.
A gift horse
“Do you fancy a bit of a tumble?”
He asked, and continued to fumble
Up under her dress…
When she blushed and said “Yes!”
“Fuck!” he thought. Well, a man couldn’t grumble.
Considerate
The guys said “Better take off your dress…
If you don’t, it’ll get in a mess.
And your panties and bra…
Kneel down… There you are!
You’ll be covered in cum, more or less.”