Pushed and pulled bent and twisted, contorted,
Fucked so fucking hard her eyes watered!
A plaything, a toy
Fucked by any damn boy,
And by objects large, strange and assorted.
Month: January 2025
Swap meat
“Wife for rent, swapping, borrowing, trading”
His ad said… Her beauty was fading…
But goods? Just a chattel?
No better than cattle?
Well “Fuck!” she thought. “Rather degrading!”
Pronation
She was prone to do things that she shouldn’t
She’d try to resist (though she couldn’t)…
Until… or unless
She felt moved to undress
And fuck men in ways other girls wouldn’t!
A bridge too far
Miffed, she glared at him, brows pinched, lips pursed…
“Get it out of my arsehole!” she cursed.
“Fucking accident? Right!
Was it not fucking tight?
You at least could have fucking spat first!”
The new
Once an innocent, long since defiled,
She’d become quite outrageous and wild…
Men just men, sex just fun,
Nothing she hadn’t done,
Or if not yet, soon would have, she smiled.
Thrill seeking
She’s bodacious, but vicious and grumpy,
Not keen on the old rumpy-pumpy…
It’s kinda good fun,
Gettin’ up her, but son…
Hang on tight, cos it’s gonna be bumpy!
Hold that thought
His dad said “Son, a word to the wise…
If you have to prise open her thighs,
Better put it on hold…
There are women, I’m told,
Who are apt to gouge out a man’s eyes!”
Boo hoo
She was young and naive, unrefined…
He’d just fucked her, damn hard, from behind…
And she didn’t say boo…
So he buggered her too…
Which was maybe a trifle unkind.
Peek-a-boo
When she she showers, she knows that he peeps…
He comes into her room while she sleeps…
Though he’s just her kid brother,
Still, somehow or other,
It just kind of gives her the creeps.
Back to basics
Hardest part about going off grid,
When one wanted to wank, as one did,
Was the absence of porn…
It’s a bit of a yawn,
Rubbing blind, like when one was a kid.