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!
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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!
The time of her life
She preferred to fuck extemporaneous,
Lovers oft contemporaneous,
Men, women, boys,
Her pet poodle, her toys
Any, all the above, miscellaneous!
Fuck toy
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.
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.