They met up for a drink and a chat.
He said “Hi”, gave her fanny a pat.
“How’s your love life?” he said.
She smiled, winked. “A bit dead.
Want a root?” “Yeah, why not?” That was that.
Category: AO
Adults only
Suffering for art
Overall, the effect was quite pleasing;
Goose bumps, puckered nipples, hands squeezing.
She begged “My tits hurt!
Can I put on my shirt?
Take your photo! This water’s damn freezing!”
Nymphomania
Nymphomania, pleasant affliction!
Unlike the poor girls in bad fiction,
She calls it good luck!
What’s more fun than to fuck?
Fair enough. It defies contradiction.
Coulrophobia
The big top, late at night. Bip the Clown,
Orange hair, big red nose, painted frown,
In a comical rage,
In the big lion cage,
Fucks a drunk, giggling girl from the town.
Moral danger
An unruly girl, bolshy to govern,
She ran wild, drank, fucked, joined a coven;
Drugs, orgies, all that!
Well, she soon had a brat
On each tit, and a bun in the oven!
The fine print
Call me cynical, dull doubting Thomas,
But never believe a girl’s promise
Of faithfulness, love;
Sex and stealth, hand in glove!
While they fuck us they keep themselves from us!
The apprentice
Arms and legs round him gripped like a boa!
She stopped him mid-fuck, shouting “Whoa!
Go back to the start;
When we get to this part,
Next time harder! And deeper! And slower!”
Prostituting her art
Posing naked for artists might fetch
A few bucks, cold and bored, while they sketch.
But she thought, What the hell?
Why not fuck them as well,
For a little bit extra? Poor wretch!
A knotty problem
Having tried it, though not much enthused,
Bondage, whips, she was rather confused.
Would she do it again?
She came hard, true, but then,
Was it love, or just being abused?
The truth hurts
So, they’re fucking. It starts to get rough.
She screams “”Punish me!” Just off the cuff.
“I’m a slut! I’m a whore!
Fuck me! Slap me some more!
Sort of half true, but mostly all bluff.