He’s a lecherous, heartless whore-monger,
Whose ravenous sexual hunger
Compels him to ravage,
In ways strange and savage,
Young women, and younger, and younger.
Author: pete
Nitty-gritty
With her eyes closed and tight-gritted teeth,
Breathless, sweating, she writhed underneath;
He rolled, wobbled and heaved,
And she, somewhat aggrieved,
Hissed “My God! You’re tho fucking obethe!
Gritting her teeth
It was just one more bridge to be crossed;
Sleepless, all night she’d turned and she’d tossed.
She’d consent, when he woke ,
To a fuck with this bloke,
Once he’d brushed his teeth, gargled and flossed!
Phone-sex
For you girls, there’s a new smartphone app;
Just download, place your phone on your lap,
Or cling-wrap, lift your skirt,
And discreetly insert,
Then get off, to rock music or rap!
Industrialisation
A girl might, for the lack of a boy,
Use a humming, banana-shaped toy;
A fantastic appliance,
A marvel of science
All women can own and enjoy!
Going spare
What he did with his tongue drove her spare!
Too much bliss for a woman to bear!
He hummed, nibbled and licked,
Sucked and darted and flicked;
Would the man never come up for air?
The prince and the pauper
Though, of course, one would never condone
Such behaviour! If one had but known
What the young prince would do!
With a commoner too!
Still, a young man’s wild oats must be sown.
Still life
She got off, as a rule, on her own,
With her dildo, a bottle, a bone,
Or her finger, a shoe,
A zucchini would do,
A brush handle, a door-knob, her phone.
Control freak
When she fucked, she liked being on top,
From the word go, until she said stop:
Her cunt clenched like a fist,
She’d hump, gyrate and twist,
Till she’d drained his last pearly white drop!
Highland fling
The lass spoke with a charming Scotch lilt;
She was young, and attractively built,
So he turned on the charm,
And he gave her a drachm,
In the hope he’d get into her kilt!