She bent over… intentional? Careless?
He stared, the room suddenly airless!
Her pussy exposed…
She must know, he supposed…
Strange, exciting, damp, shadowy… hairless!
Month: February 2023
Front row seat
He would fuck her, he swore… would he dare?
Naked, tied to a rickety chair…
He continued to shout,
His cock bobbing about,
At which (strange) it was hard not to stare!
Home base
“Horny? No, old friend, that’s not the case…”
She said, sighing, caressing his face…
“God! You must think I’m frightful!
The fuck was delightful,
But, like, I was just touching base.”
Peek-a-boo!
He’d had women… a few… once a whore,
But liked peeking… the young girl next door,
His own sister, some others…
Friends’ girlfriends… friends’ mothers…
It all turned him on more and more!
Toe
I was not… I swear… fucking your daughter…
My cock wasn’t in… well… a quarter…
No more… That don’t count!
Just a tiny amount…
Not a fuck… more a toe in the water.
Identity crisis
She lay pondering, somewhat perplexed…
“Am I just a slut? Just oversexed?”
Like, whatever that meant…
As the guy came and went…
And she wiped off his cum and called “Next!”
Waste not, want not
Her intention, of course, to seduce…
And a man would be bloody obtuse
Not to play right along…
Well God! What could go wrong,
If he put her young cunt to good use?
Let joy be unconfined
Her tits strained at her buttons and stitching…
Here arse jiggled… bouncing and twitching…
Just standing or walking,
Or laughing, or talking…
The whole effect rather bewitching!
Yee hah!
She ain’t fussy at all where she fucks…
In a horse stall, outside, backs of trucks…
Horse shit, mud, she don’t mind…
Saddle up from behind,
Smack her arse and she pig-roots ‘n bucks!
On the beach
She was just a slut, pretty and randy,
Suntanned, cheeky, oily and sandy,
Though sort of distasteful,
It would be quite wasteful
To not fuck her, being there, handy.