She’d as soon have a fuck as as a feed,
Tom and Harry and Dick all agreed…
A few drinks, yep, okay,
Then a bloody good lay…
Life is short… fuck em all is her creed.
Month: September 2026
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Her silk blouse was delightfully sheer,
The shape of her nipples quite clear,
Her breasts bounced and swayed
She’d quite likely get laid…
Which of course was the whole damn idea!
Shaken booty
A rude fellow she’d only just met.
Who she ‘d never have normally let,
Threw her onto a bed,
Had his way, and then said
“Shake your arse like that, that’s what you get!”
No hoots to give
That new guy in her class is so hot…
Gonna have him, she thinks, and why not?
People call her a slut,
Which she is, of course, but
She’s like, fuck em, forget em… so what?
Home comforts
She spent evenings tied up or chained,
Being fucked, often whipped, sometimes caned,
At the whim of her master…
“Oh God! Fuck me faster!”
She’d mutter, teeth gritted, restrained.
Hedging
She’d crawled into a hedge, and got stuck…
The bloke couldn’t believe his good luck…
“ Need some help, do you, miss?
He said. .. “No, maybe this…”,
And then helped his vile self to a fuck!
Bliss
Fuck, she thought, might as well just be meat…
A kind word… maybe thanks would be sweet…
Yep, good old wedded bliss…
Fun at first, but now this…
Cook, clean, fuck, make beds, fuck… and repeat!
Smooth
Drop dead gorgeous… he’s not in the hunt,
But he thinks “Why not give it a punt?
Ask her out… drinks and chat
Bring her flowers, all that…
And then fuck her sweet ass, back to front!
Bad sex
Having sex is just like being bashed,
She thought… ass being spanked, her tits mashed…
Arms and legs pulled and twisted
She’s cried, she’s resisted…
Her cunt being bloody well smashed!
Hunger
Wanting sex is like hunger or thirst…
Her desire pent up… fit to burst…
Not a thing she won’t do,
Doesn’t care where or who…
Lets a man… or lets men… do their worst.