She suspected her drink had been laced,
From the look in his eye… and the taste…
So she giggled a bit,
Dropped a strap, bared her tit,
Lest the poor man’s good work go to waste!
Category: AO
Adults only
Lassitude
Protestations of love, disingenuous…
Arguments, logic… so tenuous…
Still disinclined,
She said “Please, do you mind…
Let’s not fuck… Perhaps something less strenuous?”
The shack-up
She was hot, that girl, bloody well stacked,
The cute blonde, up with whom he was shacked,
And she loved him as well,
So it seemed… hard to tell…
It might all be a bit of an act.
All there, in black and white
Vitiligo, she said… she looked piebald!
The weirdest woman he’d eyeballed!
Black, blotches of white…
Buddy, after tonight,
One great story, decidedly ribald!
Role model
As she said to herself, a girl’s role
Was a life support thing for a hole…
Just fuck blokes and have babies…
No ifs, but or maybes…
No room in yer cunt fer a soul!
Local lass
God and stuff, things reputedly holy,
She didn’t believe in, not wholly.
She liked booze, the pub,
Footy games, and the club,
And one Saturday night fucked the goalie!
Indefatigable
Oh my God! Will the man never tire?
She thought, coming hard, pussy on fire…
All night… All these nights!
The man drove her to heights
To which lesser men only aspire
Anastasia
“Sign the contract… just sign it, Miss Steele,”
Said Grey. “Submit. Let’s make a deal…
You want to be mine…
Say you will, and just sign.
Very good! Take your clothes off and kneel!”
Tears
Tears flow… she refuses to scream…
His idea of love is extreme…
And her own. Sex and pain,
So entwined in her brain…
Like a vivid, erotic bad dream!
Is this love?
Is this love? I’ve been acting quite queerly.
Something like that, she thought. Clearly.
Fucking… well, yeah…
Up the arse though? I swear
He can do what he wants to me really.