She’d been round the block, rooted around,
Fucked all manner of men, and she’d found,
As she blithely confessed,
Black cocks plainly the best,
Just for size, at least so, pound for pound.
Category: AO
Adults only
The immorality of dancing
His cock hard in his shiny silk hose,
The Duke said “I don’t care that it shows,”
There, in mid-minuet!
“Though it’s not in you yet,
It shall be, before night’s end, God knows!”
Well he wood, woodn’t he?
He got wood. He boned up, lignified.
Which of course, she owned up, signified
That he wanted to root her,
Which, though it might suit her,
Seemed vulgar, and coarse, and undignified!
Night terror
Though she knew it was only a dream,
How like life or death still did it seem,
As she fought to escape
From what? Murder or rape?
And nobody could hear her scream!
Comely wench
Naked wench, she was certainly comely!
The damn ninny gaped at her dumbly,
Then unzipped his fly,
Looked her straight in the eye,
And just jerked himself off, rather rumly!
At arm’s length
He was boastfully, cockily proud
Of his being so hugely endowed;
Girls would goggle and strip,
And he’d work in the tip,
Which was all his dimensions allowed!
Sabbatical
Wretched, treacherous, lecherous priest!
When she cried, his lust only increased!
In her prayers, she thanked God
That the randy old sod
Didn’t fuck her on Sundays at least.
The call of the wild
The relationship’s gone a bit stale,
She thought. Bloody typical male!
You root them, she’d found,
Soon they’re sniffing around
For new pussy. Damn pricks! Massive fail!
Poor cow
“All this shit from one stupid damn screw!
Baby vomit and piss, baby poo!
My nice tits turned to udders!”
She whimpers and shudders.
Oh fuck! Fucking hell! Fucking moo!”
Self-restraint
She walked round the house mostly undressed;
Flashed her neighbour some arse or some breast.
He was awfully cute!
She’d have loved a nice root,
But best not, not to foul her own nest.