She stripped down to her black, lacy teddy,
Unfastened the snaps and said “Ready!
Can’t wait to tell Mom
You’re my date for the prom…
So… does this mean we’re like… going steady!
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Top class
The girl ain’t what a bloke would call classy…
She’s loud, a bit sluttish and brassy…
Yeah, big tits maybe,
But a Harvard degree,
And she’s fluent in Chinese and Farsi!
White magic
The poor guy, his life must have been hell…
Fallen under the young witch’s spell…
His cock always erect,
Ridden hard, I expect…
Maybe not so bad, though, truth to tell!
Dilemma
He or she (hard to say still which gender)
Made love to her, gentle and tender…
More hotly they kissed…
Should she struggle, resist…
Or just open herself and surrender?
Faux pas
When he fondled her tits she saw red…
She abused him and sobbed as she fled,
Which she mightn’t have done…
Might have thought it quite fun,
If the fool had just asked first instead!
Yes. Please.
One night stands… not her usual style,
But she’d not had a root for a while,
So she figured why not…
(The nice car, the big yacht)…
And said yes, with a cock-sucking smile.
All for love
The poor girl, still completely besotted,
Lay naked, his spent semen clotted
On belly, on thighs,
On her chin and her eyes…
“Well,” she thought, “that’s my copybook blotted!”
On the spectrum
The whole issue had sort of been skirted;
The whippings, the things he inserted…
The pleasure he’d gain
From inflicting her pain…
Was he kinky… or fucking perverted?
Cleanliness
She created a bit of a scene
About whether the bedsheets were clean;
“I’m not getting in there
Look! There’s somebody’s hair!”
(And the cum stains she still hadn’t seen.)
Clarity
I’m a bit of a slut, she admits.
Any guy, anywhere that it fits!
Like, I can’t get enough…
I like being fucked rough…
Up the arse too, as long as he spits.