There’s emerging a rather chic vice
Wherein people together throw dice,
To determine with whom
One does what in the gloom,
And with what sort of kinky device!
Author: admin
Doggy style
Though it’s strange, she did not seem upset
To be kept on a leash as a pet,
Didn’t mind being mated,
But one thing she hated
Was having to go to the vet.
Slam
A girl’s arse, I believe, is her trump:
I look first at a young lady’s rump:
I prefer pink or white,
But my utmost delight
Is a freshly spanked one, red and plump!
Fairy tale
Mister Brown is by day a bank teller.
At night he becomes Cinderella,
In stockings and gown,
In which guise he goes down
On his ebony-handled umbrella.
Brunhilda
To a chorus of giggles and squeals,
Brunhilda, in leathers and heels,
Applied to a client
Her cane long and pliant,
Creating a criss-cross of weals.
Necking and petting
A young woman, who’s frightened of snakes,
And the long necks of swans and of drakes,
Has as well a great dread
Of the serpent in bed,
Every day when her husband awakes!
Heavens to Betsy
Betsy Jones is no sexual sluggard,
Prefers sex, in fact, when it’s rugged.
She likes being eaten,
And tied up and beaten
And doesn’t mind much being buggered.
Heavy breathing
That old rodent-like chap, Mr Sloan,
Gets his rocks off at night all alone,
Vicariously
And hilariously,
Mouthing fragments of filth on the phone.
Milk
When a breast is confined in white silk,
Or else satin, or aught of that ilk,
It is bound to elicit
An urge for illicit
And rapturous suckling of milk.
The razor’s edge
There’s no reason at all for girls shaving,
Except for erotical craving,
But half of the fun
Is in having it done,
And the prospect of then misbehaving!