She was left feeling just a bit peeved,
To have let herself be thus deceived;
To be used like a slut,
So embarrassing, but …
Such a cock! One would not have believed!
Author: pete
The rhythm method
He could dance a mean tango, lambada,
Performed with finesse, grace and ardour;
The problem, she found,
As he twirled her around,
Was his cock getting harder and harder!
Infra dig
Once undressed, though intrigued at first vastly,
She found having sex simply ghastly;
Undignified, base,
The man’s breath in her face,
And the taste of his cock, worst and lastly!
Personal assistant
On her knees, at the bank where she works,
Her tits out, her head bobs, her hand jerks
On the manager’s lap…
Not a bad sort of chap…
It’s just one of his job’s little perks.
Pulling an all-nighter
Friday night, at the bar… they’d just met…
“What a stud!” she thought, already wet.
“I could fuck you all night!”
He said. “Suits me alright…”
She replied. “If that’s no idle threat!”
Hindsight
Young and pretty, though rather short-sighted,
Next day she was less than delighted,
When told she’d been had
By her boyfriend, his dad,
And a couple of mates they’d invited!
The girl next door
Though her tits are just bumps on her ribs,
“I might marry you one day” he fibs.
She says “I love you too…
When I’m ready to screw,
And I’m old enough to, you’re first dibs!”
Clothes maketh not the man
Cowboy hat, boots, big buckle, quite phoney.
Tall, gangling, bow-legged and bony.
Nice smile though, she thought;
Yes, a bloody good sort.
As it turned out, too, hung like a pony!
Taking the mickey
First she thought he was taking the mickey,
His saying he fancied a quickie.
He did mean it though,
She found out, cheeks aglow,
And her panties all soggy and sticky!
The knock-back
She’d be up for a root, he appraised,
But thought later on, wounded and dazed,
He’d been rather too blunt…
That the mention of cunt,
Might perhaps have not been so well phrased.