Pardon miss, I’m afraid I misspoke…
I ain’t… what’s that damn word? Oh yeah… woke.
Make love? Shit! Go to bed?
What man should have said
Was, like “Spread ’em! I want a damn poke!”
Category: AO
Adults only
Life is uncertain
Though she knew she’d had some kind of fuck,
She’d been drunk, and by sheer bad luck
She was pregnant now too,
And, like, what could she do,
When the guys all kept passing the buck?
Tab A, Slot B
She said “Okay, let’s see what you’ve got…
Yep, I reckon that might hit the spot…
Get your arse over here…
Put down your damn beer,
And put that big tab in my slot!”
Swordplay
“Hitch your dress up! Bend over!” he roared.
She obeyed, trembling… “Yes… yes milord,”
Sobbing, buttocks spread wide…
“I’m a virgin!” she cried,
But was nonetheless put to the sword.
Hands on
He reached out, had a tentative dab at it,
Than made a ham-handed grab at it…
Small moans and sighs,
As she parted her thighs…
So he thought, might as well have a stab at it!
Watching
It was ever so slightly distressing,
His watching her, shyly undressing,
His gaze on her tits,
And her frilly pink bits…
She’d at least worn nice undies.. a blessing!
Turkey trot
In her killer stilettos she hobbled…
Her tits and arse jiggled and wobbled…
Smut-puppet, a clown…
Her head bobbed up and down,
As she giggled and gurgled and gobbled.
Telltale
In his pants was a telltale bulge,
Which, of course, served to plainly divulge,
Were she in the right mood,
(As she was,) to be screwed,
They might both like, perhaps, to indulge.
Sexual generosity
She’s been called a slut… harsh and undue…
Though perhaps not completely untrue…
She might seldom say no,
She did, now and then, though…
And did fucks count if, like, no one knew?
Meat
His damn cock’s fucking huge, that’s no fib!
But she’ll fuck him… Yeah, fuck Women’s Lib…
And she does, and good grief!
It’s like ten pounds of beef
Up her cunt… Like to fracture a rib!