She was fond of a root, just that way,
User-friendly, perhaps you could say,
In the back of boys’ cars,
Stairways, under the stars,
But no time for love, only for play!
Author: pete
Back seat driver
“Mess with cars,” she screamed”. “That’s all you do!
Once a month is a few fucks too few!
But six-monthly or annual?
Read the damn manual!
Women need servicing too!”
To err is human
Not exactly, of course, overjoyed,
But not heartbroken, more just annoyed.
He’s deceived her, he’s lied,
Had a bit on the side…
Something she herself tends to avoid.
Foggy morning
She’d had sex, she knew that for a fact…
With some bloke… Hard to be more exact.
Then she’d got home somehow…
Certain things come back now …
His big cock! Not the actual act.
Funny, that.
Her tight jeans tucked up into her cunnie,
A bit of a slut, but a honey!
A couple of drinks,
Might get lucky, he thinks.
As it turns out, he’s right on the money!
Points decision
At the pub, in the smoke and the fug,
This bloke’s too short, a face like a pug.
Would she fuck him? she thought.
Did she think that she ought?
Just a blow-job, maybe, or a tug.
Light relief
The damn cheek! She was rather amused,
And, to tell the truth, somewhat confused.
Not her type, not a bit;
Fuck him? Not in a fit!
For a laugh, though, it might be excused.
Rainy day woman
Dress hitched up, down a grubby side lane,
Being screwed by some man in the rain…
So turned on, too, what’s more!
What if somebody saw?
What to do, how on earth to explain?
Transparency
Saying filthy things into her ear,
The things that he’ll do. Lord! Oh dear!
He’ll fuck her… then… what?
That must hurt quite a lot!
As she’ll soon find out, it would appear.
Opportunity knocking
His dick’s hard. Should she give it a squeeze,
Grab his belt buckle, get on her knees?
It must be plain as day!
Must she beg? Must she say
Fuck me, now! Must she also say please?