She’d been grabbed and groped, prodded and poked,
Had his cock down her throat till she choked,
Fucked and fisted, of course…
Bruised and battered, and hoarse,
“Well, that just leaves my arsehole!” she croaked.
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First night jitters
As she stood, blushing, nervous, unclad,
She thought “Gosh! A damn girl must be mad!”
He unbuckled his belt,
Dropped his pants, and she felt,
Although shocked, somehow secretly glad!
The wheat and the chaff
With her great arse and fabulous hooters,
Miss Jones had no shortage of suitors.
She’d once been caught out,
So took pains to sort out
The nice chaps from the wannabe rooters.
The price of liberties
His insistence, the liberties taken,
Had left her hurt, outraged and shaken!
He’d seemed a nice chap…
But he’d earned a good slap!
Oh well… Fuck! She’d been sadly mistaken
Making ends meet
She danced nude, at a bar, in a cage.
No one bother to ask her her age…
If they had, she’d have lied…
She turned tricks on the side,
And got by on her shitty damn wage.
Mother’s milk
Weaned too early, according to Freud.
So he said, and though sometimes annoyed
By his wanting to suck…
(Could they just have a fuck?)
Being sucked she, in fact, quite enjoyed.
Bad Santa
Merry Christmas! Ho, ho, fucking ho!
Wanna sit on my lap, girlie? No?
OK. What about Mum?
Slide that hot mummy bum
Down on Santa’s big cock. Way to go!
Last Christmas
Dear boys and girls (little bitch whores!)
All those presents you wanted? Up yours!
Fuck them reindeer too!
And your mothers! Boo hoo!
In fact, fuck fuckin’ Christmas!
S. Claus
Misgivings
What a bloody damn foolish mistake,
For a sensible woman to make!
To give in and say yes!
Had she come? Sort of, yes…
But her moaning and such were all fake.
Tacky
Sex was great! Sex was fun! So she’d heard…
But she found the whole thing quite absurd.
All the squelching, the grunts…
Having done it, then, once,
She’d not bother again, mark her word!