Pony girls, in their bridles and bits,
Pierced nipples, and bells on their tits,
Butt-plug tails, long manes,
Masters tugging the reins,
The whip cracking, and welts where it hits!
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The science is in
The research on the sexual act
Is a study that’s far from exact:
For the male, the goal’s
Get his prick in her hole(s)…
Her cunt, mostly. That much is a fact.
Sunday nights
She preferred just plain fucking, no frills.
No damn bondage, no role plays, no pills.
Anal sex left her cold…
Maybe just getting old…
Sunday nights were a contest of wills!
Al fresco
“Let’s go fuck in the park… open air!”
His girl said with a grin. “I don’t care
If we’re caught in the act…
As a matter of fact,
That’s more fun! More up-yours! Double-dare!
The seat of power
With good roots being, shall we say, sparse,
She mused, though one’s, of course, upper class,
One makes do, as one must,
To one’s utmost disgust,
Being fucked up one’s virginal arse.
In the now
Ample-titted, round-arsed, ginger-muffed,
Pussy ragged, dog-eared and scuffed,
She was up for whatever,
Like “never say never”…
So long as she didn’t get snuffed.
The lady of the house
How undignified… crudely restrained,
And stark naked, one’s arse being caned!
Being fucked like a whore…
Still, life can be a bore,
And this keeps one, at least, entertained.
Expediency
Though she knew that to root him was wrong…
Though she fought, he was simply too strong…
She was already nude.
She was gonna be screwed,
Which resistance would only prolong.
Pussy for sale
The sign said
PRETTY PUSSY FOR SALE
LOVES GAMES. YOUNG AND FRISKY. NO TAIL 🙂
BLUE EYES, GINGER FUR
COME AND PLAY. MAKE HER PURR!
UP THE STAIRS. KNOCK THREE TIMES. ASK FOR GAIL
Who ya gonna call?
When she blew him, she somehow mistimed…
WTF? OMG! Fuck! she mimed,
Her mouth full of his goo,
(And her nostrils now, too)…
As she screamed to herself “I’ve been slimed!”