On the stage, the entrancing young stripper
Enticingly pulled down her zipper…
Arse cheeks like full moons,
Tits like down-filled balloons,
And a cunt like a kid leather slipper!
Author: pete
His lucky day
“Watcha waitin’ for, darlin’,” she laughed
“God! A woman would have to be daft,
To say no to a screw…
A cute fella like you!
Nice cock, too!” she said, hefting his shaft.
Resignation
“So,” she thought, with a sad mental shrug,
“It would seem that I’ve been a damn mug!
Stuck alone with this bloke,
And he’s after a poke,
Never mind just a suck or a tug!”
Self-basting
He said “Mate! What I mean is that she,
Get this, mate, is as keen as could be,
To be spit-roasted, mate!
Front or back! She can’t wait!
Maybe both, just between you and me!”
Rank and privilege
The poor girl was, of course, overawed.
She kept mumbling “Yes sir. Yes m’lord.”
He was just like all men,
She found out but, by then,
She’d already been put to the sword!
Life
She served drinks in a tavern and whored.
Shame and guilt she could hardly afford.
Just a sort of a life,
Till a mother and wife,
A fond dream she was working toward!
For better or for worse
Lucy’s husband, Fred, whom she adored,
Was a man e’er so tragically flawed.
While she cooked, cleaned and bred,
Kept him warm, nights, in bed,
The louse gambled, drank beer and whored!
Madeira, m’dear?
Sliding over, he pressed himself nearer,
His sordid intentions now clearer;
Lascivious play!
To, in fact, have his way!
To which end, she’d been plied with madeira!
Malice aforethought
As the truth dawned, she felt her heart sinking.
“My God!” she thought. “What was I thinking?
He’ll ravish me now,
Or he’ll try, anyhow!
“One more sherry, Miss Prim?”, he said, winking.
Compromising
His wife naked, her limbs intertwined,
With the man’s. He was startled to find,
Although caught in the act,
That he didn’t, in fact,
Feel angry, or even much mind!