“Pray, come sit by the fire, my dear!
Champagne perhaps? Whisky? A beer?
Take off your wet dress.”
And she smiled, nodded yes,
Though his motive was perfectly clear.
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The wilful suspension of disbelief
Yes, he loved her, he said. Pleasant fiction!
Wet finger on clit, such sweet friction!
It flustered her so
That she kept saying no,
But with rather more hope than conviction!
Sugar daddy
Her dress décolleté, rather sheer;
“My word, you look lovely my dear!
I’ll try not to stare!
A nice touch not to wear
Any panties,” he said, with a leer.
Life study
She posed nude for him, just a quick sketch;
A few bucks, being hard up, poor wretch.
“Want to earn a bit more?”
He said. Watching, she saw
His cock harden and fatten and stretch!
The big no-no
“Get your kit off!” said Santa “Ho, ho!”
“Goodness gracious!” said Mary “No, no!”
But yes, yes, though, by golly,
All terribly jolly,
The root itself, though, just so-so.
Tomboy
Quite the tomboy, like one of the lads,
Had admirers though, still, in fact scads,
Drank and swore with the best,
A good root too, they guessed,
Unconfirmed, since they hadn’t the nads.
The best things in life are free
Growing up; such a giddy ascent!
Adolescent girls, keen to assent
To a casual root;
Young ripe bodies, so cute,
All for love, fucking free, not a cent!
Ignorance is bliss
Still naive, to a certain extent,
Not quite certain, in fact, where it went,
Just “down there”, more or less,
But content to say yes,
To his question, whatever it meant!
Niche
Certain girls seem content with their roles
As just sex objects, fantasy dolls,
Living life, one suspects,
From one fuck to the next,
Tits and arse, a selection of holes.
Love-sick
Love-sick fool! She began to undress…
A bit mean to have not, or done less.
So she’d fuck like a whore,
Till his cock was red-raw!
Yes, she thought, well until or unless.