Poor young lass, sorely used by the preacher,
In ways lewd and sinful, vile creature,
God’s servant indeed!
Saggy-bellied, weak-kneed,
And so unprepossessing of feature!
Category: AO
Adults only
Dutch courage
“So,” she said, with a nudge and a wink,
“Saucy maids? Handcuffs? Whips? What’s your kink?”
“Fucking girls up the arse!”
“Gosh!” She passed him her glass.
“Then I’d better have one more stiff drink!”
Loyalty
“It was dark, boss. The window was foggy,”
He said, his suit muddy and soggy.
“I’d still bet my life,
Though, the broad was your wife,
An’ buck naked, an’ gettin’ it doggy!”
Norks
In that dress, being splendidly norked,
Her tits jiggled and bobbed as she walked.
She thought “Baby, wrong bar!
Should’ve gone with the bra!”
But by then, she’d already been porked!
A grey area
Though he had no defence, still he tried,
Saying “Look, it was hard to decide…
She might not have said yes,
But she hitched up her dress,
So it seemed, somehow, sort of implied.”
The worm in the bud
When they fuck, she moans, groans and pretends.
Could they not just have stayed just good friends?
It’s just sex, but she knows,
Or can only suppose,
It will be that much worse, when it ends.
Upstairs, downstairs
They’d drawn straws, all the maids, for first dibs…
Glassy-eyed, Bess exclaimed “Lord! His Nibs!
I’ve been fucked black and blue!
Near split me in two!
I could feel it right up to me ribs!”
The language of love
She was deaf-mute, poor slut, but could mime…
Lusty hip-thrusts, lewd gestures… sublime!
Splendid titties as well,
Sparkling eyes! Truth to tell,
To not root her had seemed a damn crime!
She had it coming
Served her right, more or less, she admitted,
Well-formed as she was, ample-titted,
For flirting like that,
To, in five minutes flat,
Have been face-down, arse-up, being spitted!
Love possibly
Gobs of cum in her hair, on her dress.
Daddy sitting up waiting, she’d guess…
The damn strap in his hand!
Would her folks understand?
It was love! Or quite like. More or less.