There she stands, wearing naught but her socks,
In a room full of eager young jocks…
“Okay guys, do your worst!”
She says, sucking the first
Of their big miscellaneous cocks!
Month: August 2024
A nod as good as a wink
He said “Say… do you fancy a tumble?”
“Umm, maybe…” was all she could mumble…
No sooner than said,
She’d been flung on his bed,
And been rooted, her thoughts still a jumble!
The rape of the lock
The wench seemed to be fairly agreeable,
Fucking her plainly foreseeable…
Fondling his cock,
As he lifted her smock…
A sweet lock, that was certainly keyable.
Delectability
“She’s delectable, know what I mean?”
The guy said. “Lovely curves, leggy lean…
Fucking gorgeous, god knows,
From her tits to her toes…
And her hot little bits in between!”
Genetics 101
Tattooed, bulked up… he thinks he’s damn cool.
Just some gym jockey, dropped out of school…
So he’s got a big dick?
That whole damn macho schtick…
Shallow end of the fucking gene pool!
Risk / benefit analysis
Having plied her with plenty of whisky,
She’s groggy, though still fairly frisky…
She wants it, yeah? Right?
Though she may kick and bite…
Maybe trying a fuck might be risky.
Miss May
He’s intent, then, on having his way…
She’s said no… What else more can she say?
Perhaps, just to be practical,
Courteous, tactical,
Hint, maybe later, she may.
Thongs and things
Spare a thought for a girl in a thong…
Things might not quite stay where they belong…
Just imagine such mishaps
As dangling piss flaps…
Or worse, if the worst should go wrong!
Plan A
As she works on her all-over tan,
She thinks God! Gotta get me a man!
Hit the bars, strut my stuff…
Cop a root… a bit rough…
Maybe up the arse… Sounds like a plan.
Affaire du coeur
Well, she got undressed, lay there, legs parted…
They fucked… she seemed, sort of… half hearted…
He finished, withdrew,
And said thanks, as you do…
“Yea, no worries,” she said. Then she farted.