For the most part, your small village vicars
Are mainly just kissers and lickers…
They don’t stick it in,
Since it’s more of a sin…
Some are happy just sniffing girls’ knickers.
Month: January 2025
Laissez faire
Are the pleasures of vicars vicarious?
Orgies just being gregarious?
Anal? Deep throat,
If it floats peoples’ boat…
Aren’t the joys of sex many and various!
Blessed are the meek
He was rough, quite the bully aggressor,
And yet it seemed not to distress her…
He caused her some pain,
But she didn’t complain,
When he buggered her, even, god bless her!
Impressive
Young and pretty, and dressed to impress…
Kinda sluttish, he thought, more or less…
Her big tits hanging out,
As she bent down, no doubt
So the old perv could look up her dress!
Outstaying his welcome
“Want a fuck?” she said. “Yeah. Be my guest”
And she stood up and promptly undressed…
But then, after a while,
With a thin, tired smile,
She begged “Please, can we give it a rest?”
Basket case
Pretty face, a great arse…she’s blind drunk…
And her little short dress must have shrunk…
Showin’ plenty of skin,
One breast out, one breast in,
One more drink, and a fuck’s a slam dunk!
Ubangi?
A few drinks and she’s talkin’ Swahili
Comes on kinda all touchy-feely…
Ain’t wearin’ no bra…
Legs are open so far
You can see her gash… not quite, but nearly!
Masque
Fancy dress and masks… perfect disguise!
No names needed, no bullshit, no lies…
Just go find some dark spot…
Up her like a damn shot…
Which she wants, you can see in her eyes!
Double trouble
She developed a taste for for good gin
Which increased her temptation to sin…
Like one night, seeing double,
She got into trouble
By fucking some guy… and his twin.
In the pink
Skin tight bra top and shorts, lurid pink,
Camel toe… what’s a fella to think?
And she’s not a bit shy…
Looks him right in the eye
And bestows a lascivious wink!