There’s this thing that I frankly detest…
How my husband… the way he’s obsessed
With my tits, she exclaimed…
I’m, like, kind of ashamed…
And like… “Grope all you want. Be my guest!”
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Novelty wears off
Of an age now porn sites call “mature”,
She’d lost her once youthful allure…
She still scrubbed up well…
In low light could men tell?
But new lovers were fewer and fewer.
Thing
So, the thing that I kind of abhor,
Is he treats me as if I’m a whore,
She said. Just there to screw…
Which I like, and I do…
But I just want… somehow… something more!
As good as a holiday
Though it wasn’t too hard to arrange
Whips and chains… yes a little bit strange…
The big dildo as well…
Bloody big… What the hell?
She thought… Still… it’s a bit of a change.
Why
“Now, my dear, there’s no need to cry,”
He said, hand on her quivering thigh.
“I’ll just do what I must…
You’ll allow me , I trust…
And don’t trouble your mind as to why.”
… or bust!
His huge cock, as beforehand discussed,
Might not fit, but somehow, crazed with lust
The tip found her wet slit,
Then some more , bit by bit,
Then the rest of it… all… only just!
An appetite for it
Twenty one, and still technically chaste
Though it did seem a criminal waste,
She’d sucked cocks, quite a few,
Gave good head, swallowed too,
Mostly just ‘cause she so liked the taste.
Committed
It’s my own silly fault , she admitted…
Some things I should not have permitted…
The gang bang for sure…
At least have fucked fewer…
The wine bottle, too… though it fitted!
Out of the blue
It just came to her, out of the blue,
What she wanted was mainly a screw,
Not the whole romance thing…
Maybe just a mad fling,
And she didn’t mind very much who.
Brush
As she groomed her lush bush with a brush,
Shining, springy, luxuriant, plush,
She thought “God gave me this,
Let them take the damn piss…
I won’t give them so much as a blush!”