Just a chorus girl, yeah, but a trouper!
Gives great head. Well natch. Which is super!
Kicks on too, backstage;
Fucks damn good, for her age,
Get her drunk, even up her damn pooper!
Author: pete
The light of day
She’d have thought she’d have some sort of warning,
But no… comprehension still dawning,
She’s woken up nude,
Sticky, recently screwed,
In his bed, and it’s already morning!
Job’s comforter
God! How long can it take to disrobe?
One might ask, but then one mustn’t probe.
She’s been in there so long …
Perhaps something’s gone wrong.
A damn chap needs the patience of Job!
X rated
Public sex? God forbid! Not his style!
What a trollop, he thought, with a smile!
Bloody tits out and all!
In the the theatre stall!
Now she’s wanting to fuck in the aisle!
Punch and Judy
His hand moved to her pussy, to cup it,
But then, in a trice, it was up it!
The bastard just smirked,
While she squealed and jerked
On his fist, like some damn silly puppet!
Sight for sore eyes
Lovely bosom, well-rounded behind;
Well, a fellow would have to be blind,
Not to stare, just a bit,
Not get hard, not admit
To the thoughts such an arse brought to mind!
The best of times, the worst of times
In the chaos and civil unrest,
She was found one day, dazed and undressed,
How, she couldn’t explain,
Being screwed, in a lane,
By a stranger, in fact, she confessed.
Inappropriateness
Her angelic face, dark eyes that smoulder;
Each passing week, seemingly bolder!
Not quite so naive
As one might well believe;
Heaven help the poor boys when she’s older!
Running the gauntlet
The damn boys at her school! They’re all shockers!
They hang in the hall, by the lockers,
And point and guffaw…
So damn hard to ignore,
Saying crude things about her big knockers!
The path of least resistance
All the arguing, tears and stress;
So much easier just to say yes!
Hesitate, just for form,
To conform to the norm,
And then grab his damn cock and undress!