Cosmopolitan

Travel broadened much more than her mind;
She’d been rooted in front and behind…
Arabs, Greeks, the odd Jew,
And a Zulu or two,
Pretty much every colour and kind!

Vexing

Naked, angry, things look pretty bleak.
Just her luck! Her date’s some kind of freak.
Nipples clamped, bound and gagged,
Prodded, poked, roughly shagged,
And the best she can do is just squeak!

Well engineered

Well, her cunt hadn’t split, as he’d feared,
He mused, as his orgasm neared.
Though fucked with great vigour,
It stretched and got bigger,
Yet tight still, a good thing, but weird.

Heft

Fucking hell! Just how big’s this guy’s prick?
A foot long, it seems, lumpy and thick!
And its heft, and its bulk!
Though she’s not one to sulk,
God! It’s like being fucked with a brick!

Trespass

Though the evidence wasn’t conclusive,
As far as it’s being abusive,
To fuck her did seem
(And a court would so deem),
At the very least, somewhat intrusive.

The tension

Could he not wait a minute? she cursed.
God! Her poor swollen bladder might burst!
Like a bloody balloon!
If he doesn’t come soon,
She’ll… what? Piss on the bastard, at worst.