The young mermaid said “What? Me a manatee?
Silly damn humans. Insanity!
Gives me the shits!
Does a dugong have tits?
What the fuck? Please excuse my profanity.”
Month: February 2022
Cement boots
When he said certain rules can’t be bent,
Seems that’s just what the cocksucker meant,
She thought, fuck it,
Her feet in a bucket
Of rapidly setting cement!
The twist
She remembered the first time they kissed…
It was love at first sight… with a twist!
“Have you ever been fisted?”
He asked. She resisted…
But let him, just up to his wrist.
The gambit
Though the tone of his voice was abrasive,
In fact, he was rather persuasive…
She might not quite fuck him,
Maybe… but she’d suck him…
Meantime she’d keep being evasive.
The heat
Long hair plaited and twisted and coiled,
Taut body svelte, glistening, oiled,
Breasts rising and falling,
Young nymph, siren-calling,
She basks in the sunshine, half broiled.
Appreciative
He said “Miss, you’re so lovely, behind…
Better still, I’m delighted to find,
Now, when seen from in front…
Such pert tits, your sweet cunt…
May I touch it, perhaps? Would you mind?”
The lash
She hung helpless, awaiting the hiss
Of his whip, and the sting of its kiss…
Welts and scars never shown
Guilty shame never known…
Her sublime, secret sexual bliss!
Curiosity piqued
God, she thought. The damn chap has a cheek!
Creeping, looking through keyholes, the sneak.
Never mind. What the hell?
She’s quite chuffed, truth to tell…
If he wants to peek, let the man peek!
The thirst
His wild thirst for sex left still unquenched,
Her poor pussy bedraggled, cum-drenched,
He kept fucking… wham-bam!
Didn’t give a goddam
In whose cunt he was deeply entrenched
Evening prayer
Flinching under his lecherous gaze,
She imagines the horrible ways
He might use her tonight…
Oh God! Not in my tight
Virgin arsehole,” she fervently prays!