“God! Those cute little whores, down in Delhi!”
The colonel said. “Titties like jelly!
Like beautiful dolls!
Stick your cock in their holes,
You can feel the rice in their belly!”
Category: AO
Adults only
Amenable
Though a bit of a giggler and squirmer,
God bless her! He just had to murmur…
A word in her ear …
She’d laugh. “Front or rear?”,
Hand stroking his cock, getting firmer!
Worked over
First a head job (well, throat fuck), then, finally,
Over an armchair, vaginally.
All fair enough…
But then once again, rough,
Up the arse, which annoyed her, though minorly.
Taxonomy
Cunts and cats are both hairy. Okay.
So a cunt’s called a pussy. Oi vey!
If a pussy’s shaved, why
Would the name still apply?
Why not dumpling, or ham sandwich, say?
Bold as brass
Giggling, brazen, she’d shamelessly flirted,
But then became quite disconcerted;
His cock, in her hand,
Seemed to throb and expand,
And great gobs of stuff suddenly squirted!
Hulk
She’d gone into a bit of a sulk.
It was not just its gob-smacking bulk
That had left her subdued;
It was like being screwed
By the goddamn Incredible Hulk!
The party circuit
Statuesque, and attractively shaped,
Satin ball-gown seductively draped,
She sipped champagne and schmoozed,
Keeping rich men amused,
Later on, to be, more or less, raped.
The goose and the gander
He was not so much pissing as hosing,
His organ distinctly imposing!
She shouldn’t have looked.
God! Her goose would be cooked,
When he fucked her with that! (Just supposing.)
The game
Though he’d said he’d pull out when he came,
He said “Oops! I forgot.” Pretty lame!
So… a few anxious weeks.
Bloody liars and sneaks!
Still, she figured, all part of the game.
Pause for thought
In her pussy (most times), or her bum,
Or her mouth, pretty often. (Well, yum!)
Am I just, she thought, sceptical,
Some damn receptacle,
Some place to empty his cum?