She was rather well-stacked, for a teacher;
Small wonder, perhaps, she should feature,
In silly lewd schemes,
Closet wanks and wet dreams
Of the boys in her classes, poor creature!
Category: AO
Adults only
Ahem!
Were her dress just an inch or two higher,
He thought, and began to perspire,
He might, perhaps, see,
If she moved her left knee,
Just a glimpse … Oh! The pain of desire!
Agents provocateurs
It’s a justification, of sorts,
For occasional wishful, rude thoughts,
That girls walk round the shops,
Tits half out of their tops,
In those tight, pussy-hugging short shorts!
Victim of circumstances
She’d got into this fix inexplicably.
Yes, he’d behaved quite despicably;
Nevertheless,
What a godawful mess,
Being fucked, it would seem, inextricably!
The naive and sentimental lover
There’s this thing about screwing I hate;
When she comes, starts to moan and gyrate,
Getting off on my prick.
I’m like, what’s with this chick?
Be my guest! Come some more, while I wait!
Lickspittle
Oh for God’s sake! she cried. You buffoon!
Suck, don’t blow. You’re not playing bassoon!
Concentrate on my clit.
Much more lick and less spit.
It’s a cunt, not a goddamn spittoon!
All’s not lost
All her chickens had come home to roost.
Called a slut, whore. All hell was unloosed!
The whole town, it seemed, knew
She was fuckable, true,
But it did give her street cred a boost!
Slattern
A loose woman, a trollop, a slattern!
These things, though, do follow a pattern;
Though prudes crossed the street,
She had plenty to eat,
Silken undies and dresses of satin.
Religion and reality
The religion to which she adhered
Said girls should be virgins. So weird!
Till fifteen or so,
She held out, then… you know…
Just thought fuck and be damned, it appeared.
Babe in the wood
The poor girl, just a babe in the wood…
His intentions quite misunderstood…
Still a virgin, so young…
And he, rather well hung…
For the likes of him, hanging’s too good!