“So,” she thought, with a sad mental shrug,
“It would seem that I’ve been a damn mug!
Stuck alone with this bloke,
And he’s after a poke,
Never mind just a suck or a tug!”
Category: AO
Adults only
Self-basting
He said “Mate! What I mean is that she,
Get this, mate, is as keen as could be,
To be spit-roasted, mate!
Front or back! She can’t wait!
Maybe both, just between you and me!”
Rank and privilege
The poor girl was, of course, overawed.
She kept mumbling “Yes sir. Yes m’lord.”
He was just like all men,
She found out but, by then,
She’d already been put to the sword!
Life
She served drinks in a tavern and whored.
Shame and guilt she could hardly afford.
Just a sort of a life,
Till a mother and wife,
A fond dream she was working toward!
For better or for worse
Lucy’s husband, Fred, whom she adored,
Was a man e’er so tragically flawed.
While she cooked, cleaned and bred,
Kept him warm, nights, in bed,
The louse gambled, drank beer and whored!
Madeira, m’dear?
Sliding over, he pressed himself nearer,
His sordid intentions now clearer;
Lascivious play!
To, in fact, have his way!
To which end, she’d been plied with madeira!
Malice aforethought
As the truth dawned, she felt her heart sinking.
“My God!” she thought. “What was I thinking?
He’ll ravish me now,
Or he’ll try, anyhow!
“One more sherry, Miss Prim?”, he said, winking.
Compromising
His wife naked, her limbs intertwined,
With the man’s. He was startled to find,
Although caught in the act,
That he didn’t, in fact,
Feel angry, or even much mind!
Considering
With the knotted ropes chafing and burning,
Nude, dangling, exposed, twisting, turning,
His cock in her bum,
She once more did the sum…
Was it worth more than what she was earning?
On the job
Naked, dangling there, twisting and turning,
Despite all the cash she was earning,
She thought “How much more?
God! I might be a whore,
But it’s time I became more discerning!”