Disinherited, fallen from grace;
Did she care, in his hungry embrace?
Though he gambled and drank,
All she craved, to be frank,
In her hole… well it wasn’t his ace!
Author: pete
Personal space
He invaded her personal space…
Had she minded, which wasn’t the case,
She’d have certainly said…
What got into her head?
Well not quite, though it was in her face!
One of life’s little mysteries
As she drank more her vision grew blearier.
Soon she got suddenly wearier.
Naked! How? When?
Who were all those strange men?
Though great fun, it could not have been eerier.
Sexual hygiene
Fungi, viruses, prions, bacteria,
Cunts are a germ cafeteria!
Look, but don’t touch!
Just jerk off or some such,
While you stare at its tempting exterior.
Blind-sided
He’d considered his marriage robust,
Was appalled as he watched it go bust;
All the tears and fights,
His wife going out nights,
Dressed to show off her lovely low bust!
Not a good look
Though she didn’t throw up (only just),
Her self pity and guilt and disgust
Were made worse by the mess
His cum made of her dress,
Now dried out to a silvery crust!
Getting to the point
He was hung like a horse, so she heard,
She invited him in, undeterred.
First a gin, to relax,
And then down to tin tacks;
Arse or pussy? Whiche’er he preferred!
Not her day
Hard to say; was one awful bit worst?
He at least used a condom… It burst.
Then the louse, bold as brass,
Stuck his cock up her arse…
Without pausing to even spit first!
Cherry picking
She seemed not to mind too much undressing;
A virgin, perhaps, he was guessing,
A bit shy, not very,
And losing her cherry
Not something she found too distressing.
Lone wolf
He was hard to get on with, a loner,
The girl spoiled, dumb, and a moaner.
He should have called quits,
But the curve of her tits,
And her arse gave him such a damn boner!