“Sex is one of a wife’s household chores,
Not too taxing, for all a man’s flaws,”
She said. “Hell! I confess,
I like ironing less!
In a way, one might say, we’re all whores!”
Author: pete
Making a spectacle of oneself
“Well it does, rather, yes, give one pause,
To be publicly rooted, outdoors,
And to come, then, as well!
Strangely, though, truth to tell,
One did rather enjoy the applause!
Roll play
Though his motives remained rather murky,
She went along, giggling and perky.
“Yes! Whip me please Master!
Ouch! God! Fuck me faster!”
She screamed, coming, eyes rolled up, jerky.
Love, approximately
Said a saucy victorian doxy,
“I’m sorry milord, but I’m poxy.
Though, tell you what, mister,
Why not root my sister?
I’ll watch, You can fuck me by proxy!”
Invidious
Though a gentleman, well dressed, fastidious,
Girls found his manners invidious,
Reeling in shock,
When he pulled out his cock
To be sucked, which was warty and hideous!
Lucky dip
Oh my God! What a lovely surprise!
A fat prick of improbable size!
Though afraid it won’t fit,
She licks, rubs it with spit,
And then spreads her legs gamely and tries!
Interface
Yes, she’d felt a distinct, mild foreboding;
The flowers … some sort of encoding,
A message of sorts,
About lecherous thoughts,
Of his cock in her pussy, uploading!
Forgive us our trespasses
Her transgression was terribly minor;
Well yes, he did touch her vagina,
(Quite pleasant, in fact),
But her hymen’s intact,
And what harm in a nice 69er?
An eerie silence
As he said to his mate, “Well, I guess
I can’t swear that she ever said yes,
Being, you know, deaf-mute,
But she was a great root!
Still, a bloke might be jailed for less!”
Being there
Said Camus “Fucking’s all existential.
The act, in itself, the essential!”
“And love?” she insists,
“When one’s loved one exists!
As for fucking, it’s just providential!”