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!
Category: AO
Adults only
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!
Bottom shelf
He’s a good pimp, a bit of a ponce,
But don’t care what it is a man wants.
Whips and chains, all that stuff,
He’s got girls like it rough,
Mind, of course, johns won’t get much response.
Babe in the woods 2
In her little red cape and red hood,
A delicious young babe in the wood!
Tender titties to chew,
Juicy other bits too,
For a big, bad wolf, up to no good!
Alter-ego
Though apparently highly respectable,
Deep within, hardly detectable
Underplayed, but
Always there, was a slut,
With a body just bloody delectable!
Water under the bridge
She’d not taken too much to convince.
He’d pull out, she’d just have a quick rinse.
It seemed simple enough.
Poor girl, well up the duff,
And no sign of the bloke, of course, since!