Having plied her with plenty of whisky,
She’s groggy, though still fairly frisky…
She wants it, yeah? Right?
Though she may kick and bite…
Maybe trying a fuck might be risky.
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Miss May
He’s intent, then, on having his way…
She’s said no… What else more can she say?
Perhaps, just to be practical,
Courteous, tactical,
Hint, maybe later, she may.
Thongs and things
Spare a thought for a girl in a thong…
Things might not quite stay where they belong…
Just imagine such mishaps
As dangling piss flaps…
Or worse, if the worst should go wrong!
Plan A
As she works on her all-over tan,
She thinks God! Gotta get me a man!
Hit the bars, strut my stuff…
Cop a root… a bit rough…
Maybe up the arse… Sounds like a plan.
Affaire du coeur
Well, she got undressed, lay there, legs parted…
They fucked… she seemed, sort of… half hearted…
He finished, withdrew,
And said thanks, as you do…
“Yea, no worries,” she said. Then she farted.
Open invitation
Not embarrassed, the least bit ashamed,
Naked, drunk, “Fuck me guys!” she exclaimed,
Arse and pussy agape…
She could always cry rape,
So the boys, and not she would be blamed.
Cyborgasm
What if people could all be bionic…
Big robot cocks, all electronic?
She thought. Buzzing bits
In girls’ tits and their clits…
And their orgasms stereophonic!
Out of his league
Her tight, pink little thong, at the beach.
Barely covers her cunt, like a peach…
Perky nipples, small tits,
Oiled, dazzling, she sits,
Just a yard away… quite out of reach!
The Frog Prince
“Fuck me Frog Prince!” she giggled and joked…
But the frog that she’d caught only croaked…
Still she stuck him inside
Her young cunt… slippy-slide…
Must have been maybe something she smoked.
Blessèd are the meek
Dirty rat! Like, of all the damn cheek!
They’d been just fooling round, so to speak,
When he stuck in his cock!
Balls deep… Bit of a shock!
“Stop!” she cried… more a squeak than a shriek.