Naked, chained, prodded, things looking dire,
Indecently groped by each buyer…
The slave-dealer’s voice …
She had damn little choice
Except squeal and squirm and perspire!
Author: pete
Making headway
When the guy after whom she’d so lusted
Found out, she thought “Shit! Like, so busted!”
He wanted some head…
She’d have fucked him instead,
She complained… but remained keen as mustard.
Crestfallen
Now that half-hard was all he could muster,
Well, rooting had quite lost its lustre,
Since yesterday’s cock,
To his sorrow and shock,
As they say, is today’s feather duster.
Matinee
In her bath, naked, washing her smalls;
Local boys peeked through cracks in the walls,
As her tits bobbed and swayed…
And she winked… and they played
With their stiff little pricks and their balls.
The magic word
Though she’s naked and down on her knees,
Though she quite frankly likes what she sees,
Though she’s wet to her thighs,
A stern look in her eyes,
She says “No, not until you say please!”
A long road and bumpy
As she aged, his wife got a bit frumpy,
He too became pudgy and grumpy;
Just par for the course.
They’d have got a divorce,
But both still loved the old rumpy-pumpy!
Jumping the gun
They were both still a bit under-aged,
But in love, in their own minds engaged!
So God wouldn’t mind, surely,
Acting impurely…
Guilt, by this, neatly assuaged.
It comes down to this
Over years, raised, dashed and rekindled,
Her hopes, understandably, dwindled
Of marital bliss.
Drinks with friends, a chaste kiss,
The odd root. She felt like she’d been swindled.
Merrie England
Life at court involved plots and skulduggery,
Scandals and sex, hugger-muggery,
Graces and airs
And clandestine affairs,
Not to mention a lot of plain buggery.
Practice versus theory
The best whore ain’t got no heart of gold;
She’s a woman can be bought and sold,
No damn love-talk and shit,
Just get off her damn kit,
And do what a man wants when she’s told.