She was plainly hard up, the poor lass,
Just a cheap little slut, to be crass!
Though he found it distasteful,
It seemed rather wasteful
To not fuck the trollop, alas!
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Some skin in the game
To have lost on three aces! Raw deal!
Already nude, thus the ordeal.
It cost her a fuck!
She sat, cursing her luck.
”Lighten up, bitch,” he said. “It’s your deal.”
Gourmand
It occasioned a bit of a scuffle;
Her cunt smelled of nutmeg and truffle.
Nice mouth-feel too,
Mushroom-meaty to chew,
And well worth the ensuing kerfuffle!
The spangled drongo
The boss cocky, at whose job he angled,
Whose daughter’s hand, temptingly dangled,
He’d said could be his,
Led him on, but gee whizz!
What a drongo, however much spangled!
All you can eat
The young waitress, a pert little tart,
Said “Buffet? Or you want a la carte?”
He liked what he saw…
“Let’s say twenty bucks more,
And I get to eat you… just to start!”
Excelsior!
Well, it didn’t do much to inspire,
Her saying “Sir, may I enquire,
Is that all you’ve got,
And if, hopefully, not,
Could you push it in harder and higher?”
The rough with the smooth
Her upbringing was godly and stuffy;
She’d come home, though, drunk, eyelids puffy,
A just-rooted grin,
Having opted to sin,
And, by choice, with boys rowdy and scruffy!
Taking him down a peg
The young whore said, and couldn’t be blunter,
“I’d not call the arrogant cunt a
Big player. No way!
He’s a lousy damn lay,
Just another damn dumb fuckin’ punter!”
In flagrante delicto
Though he claimed to have been bloody slandered,
He’d gambled and boozed and philandered,
And worse, truth to tell,
Fucked young schoolgirls as well,
At which practice he’d been caught red-handed!
Truth in advertising
“Virgin. Eighteen. Great body. Superb!”
So it said in the newspaper blurb.
He drove by, as you do,
But the only thing new
Was a small-titted kid on the kerb.