It turned out as her mother foretold;
Seduced, rooted and left in the cold.
There’d been nice presents though,
And the sex was good, so,
Although miffed, she was somewhat consoled.
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Ulterior motive
He was nice and polite, a big spender!
No strings, though the odds did seem slender.
What sort of a man
Doesn’t fuck if he can?
Yes, he might have a hidden agenda!
Real trouper
It almost dislocated her jaw,
Her poor pussy was rubbed red and raw.
There was one hole to go!
Though she could have said no,
She winked lewdly and came on hard-core.
Better late than never
She was giggly, a fainter, a swooner,
Her cunt tasted rather like tuna.
Though overly busty,
In bed she was lusty;
He wished that he’d rooted her sooner!
Hey diddle diddle
She was feisty and fit as a fiddle,
Good sort, randy; hey diddle diddle!
Nice firm, bouncy tits,
Yummy, juicy pink bits,
And the handiest slit in the middle!
Virginity as an attribute
There are plenty of virgins around,
Mostly too young or old, though, I’ve found,
Or too fat, or too plain,
And, of those that remain,
Those worth rooting are thin on the ground!
Fraught relationship
“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.
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!