He might be, as the girl said, a wimp,
But the sight of her sinister pimp,
Though he’d fancied a root,
(God! The size of the brute!)
Left him shaking all over and limp.
Author: pete
Wild West 10
Around noon, from the shade where he’d idled,
He roused himself, pissed, spat and sidled
Along to the bar,
Where the young fillies are,
That a man can ride bareback, unbridled!
Class distinction
Though she thought she looked terribly chic,
He reached down, gave her nipple a tweak,
Began groping her arse!
God! The man so lacked class!
Casting pearls before swine, so to speak.
Beneath her dignity
In mid-pee, the damn fellow intruded;
She found herself swiftly denuded,
Degraded, exposed,
She could scream she supposed,
But which dignity rather precluded.
The name of the game
They discovered by plain curiosity
Sexualised reciprocity;
Just kids at play,
Till he fucked her one day,
Though she bore him, still, no animosity.
Swap-meet
The whole double-date thing was a flop;
When they’d fucked, and had ground to a stop,
She rolled over in bed,
To her girlfriend, and said
“This one’s boring. How’s yours? Wanna swap?”
Always carry a handkerchief
Just some bloke at the pub, cute and lanky;
To do what she’d done did seem skanky,
But life’s too damn short!
No regrets then, she thought,
As she wiped off his cum with her hanky.
Don’t be home late
“There’s not much to that dress that you’re wearing,”
Her mother said mildly, forbearing.
“Almost… more exact…
Notwithstanding the fact
That I’m rather past bloody well caring.”
What’s love got to do with it?
By some feminine sudden caprice,
She consented! Would wonders not cease?
Not from love, she explained,
(Her excitement all feigned),
Just to shut him up, get some damn peace!
Coming of age
Birthday lunch at the Ritz, very pleasant!
“More champagne, my girl? How’s your pheasant?”
Her rich uncle paid.
“Sixteen… Time you got laid…
And no time, dear girl, like the present!”