Prank

Naked, thrown in a dungeon… Snap! Clank!
Cold and damp, she thought. What’s more it stank!
Bloody chained to the wall…
Just a bad joke, that’s all…
Then he turned, whip in hand… her heart sank!

Bespoke

Her cunt fitted his cock like a glove…
Soft kid leather… no push and no shove…
Like wet chamois inside,
He reflected, and sighed…
Lips like petals, rose-sweet, made for love!

Bitter-sweet

Welts from whips, the occasional bruise…
His, her master’s to use and abuse.
Bound with ropes, hung in chains,
Pleasures sweet, sweeter pains,
Little choice, though she’d never refuse!

Climax

Hands and lips till her cunt juices flowed.
He fucked fast at first, hard, and then slowed…
Long, deep strokes to her core,
Plunge and slowly withdraw…
Panting, moaning, she thought she’d explode!

Moving on

She stopped fucking, looked sort of perplexed,
And said “What do you mean? Oversexed?
‘Cause I think fucking’s fun?
Well move over. You’re done.
And your cock’s bloody small, ain’t it? Next!

Friends

He and she are just real good friends…
Maybe more… well it sort of depends…
He’d got hard when they’d kissed…
They were both a bit pissed…
He thinks “Wow! Let’s just see where this ends!”