Although loving, compliant and trusting,
She found all the grunting and thrusting,
The smells and the mess,
The whole thing, more or less,
She owned up, in fact, bloody disgusting!
Author: pete
Besottedness
Bloody hell! That’s her copy-book blotted!
Damn fool, to have been so besotted!
Her Mum’s little cough!
Tits out, sucking him off!
She should just have said go and get knotted.
The bucks party
His five minutes of fame! Damn notorious!
How was it? God! Fucking glorious!
Banging that stripper…
Those tits! What a ripper!
Blind drunk, of course. Fucking uproarious!
A nose for trouble
As the previous night came back, hazily,
God! She’d behaved a bit crazily!
All those big cocks,
In her mouth, in her box,
Even, possibly, too, (sniffle), nasally!
The star treatment
A big star, but a damn prima donna;
To him fell the curious honour
Of fucking the diva,
(Sex-mad eager-beaver!)
One wink, and the bloke was a goner!
As behoves a gentleman
Could one get it up? One never knew!
Would it be hard enough, and on cue?
But his treacherous cock
Did get hard as a rock
When her splendid tits hove into view!
The sporting life
Very proper, he’d been, during courting;
No liberties, no lewd cavorting.
“You poor man,” she said.
“I could suck it instead,”
Which he thought, on the whole, jolly sporting!
Scratching an itch
Though a good, faithful wife, I’m afraid
That sometimes she got bored, and she strayed,
Told her husband some lie,
Went out, picked up some guy,
Had a couple of drinks, and got laid.
Reading her lips
From the overtures that she was making,
Unspoken taboos she was breaking,
She’d not be opposed
To a root, he supposed;
Certain liberties there for the taking!
Not funny anymore
She’s about had enough of this bloke.
For Christ’s sake! It’s beyond a damn joke!
In his dingy old flat,
Fucked in this, fucked in that,
All while trussed like a pig in a poke!