“Men are bastards,” she sulkily gripes,
“Horses’ arses, of various stripes…
You included!” she sighs,
Stooping, parting her thighs,
As she reaches between them and wipes.
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Striptease
She seductively, teasingly strips,
Undulating her breasts and her hips,
Pouting mouth, narrowed eyes,
Long, smooth, sinuous thighs,
Erect nipples and stiff lower lips.
She giggles
The girl giggles and squeals and fights.
Kicking, bucking, she scratches and bites.
She does all she can do,
But he’s fucking her through
A convenient hole in her tights!
Salacious
She was sexy, outrageous, audacious,
Her sex life, of course, ostentatious;
Men, women, some pets,
Mad dares, challenges, bets,
All online, tweeted, blogged. Goodness gracious!
Identity crisis
She’d committed a tactical blunder;
Had too much to drink, so small wonder,
Now, back at his place,
Tipsy, nude, face to face,
She was not certain whom she was under!
Lip reading
He could see the girl’s pussy lips move
Round the seam of her pants, and the groove
In between them, and they
Seemed distinctly to say
“From your own bulge, you seem to approve!”
A time of strictness
In erotic Victorian fiction,
The popular style of depiction
Of women amused…
Lasses being abused…
In tight corsets, or other restriction.
Taken in
The poor girl turned as white as the sheet,
And said something I couldn’t repeat.
He’d said “Fooled you! I win!”
Stuck it all the way in!
The damned bastard! The liar! The cheat!
Lies and promises
He’d sworn love, promised always to stay with her;
Lies, till he had his damn way with her!
Cold as he grew,
Though he’d used her, she knew,
She still loved the cad, do what he may with her!
Love the one you're with
She just wanted to be his best friend,
But the boy got his way in the end;
He said “Heavens above!
It’s just sex, it’s not love!
If it’s romance you want, just pretend!