She’d gone suddenly silent and pensive.
The word “fuck” she’d found quite offensive,
And “cunt” too, and “cock”,
And his size was a shock.
She was plainly a bit apprehensive.
Category: AO
Adults only
Elasticity of demand
The fuck, frankly, was not that fantastic;
Her big tits turned out to be plastic,
But boy! What a fit!
And he had to admit
She was certainly enthusiastic!
Sex and love
Sex and love, not to be disingenuous,
Much as the link may be tenuous,
One may still find
Become blurred in one’s mind,
If the fuck is sufficiently strenuous!
Intuitive interface
“It’s just sex,” she said. “What’s not to like?
Cut the crap; all the sweet talk and psych!
Put the peg in the hole!
Just get on with it y’all!
Just jump on! It’s like riding a bike!
Coitus non interruptus
He was nasty, uncouth and corrupt,
His seduction style crude and abrupt.
What to do with such men?
Just get on with it then,
Lest some well-meaning fool interrupt!
Plea bargain
He was guilty, of course, as accused;
The poor girl had been sadly abused.
Though she’d whimpered and cried,
He confessed, deep inside,
He was much less ashamed than amused!
Enough rope
She’d agreed but, in fact, could she cope
With the vibrating toys and the rope,
And the lack of control
Even over which hole…?
What to do, but keep coming and hope?
A matter of taste
Though flat-chested and freckled and pasty,
It just showed one shouldn’t be hasty;
She had a nice muff,
She was willing enough,
And her pussy, in fact, was damn tasty!
Odds and ends
Not to be, well, a bit pessimistic,
She knew he was rather sadistic;
She did like it rough,
But it seemed fair enough
Not to want to end up a statistic.
Back seat driver
She sat up, poured herself a reviver.
His come, pussy juice, his saliva
Dripped out of her cunt.
She said “Get back in front.
You can take me home now, thank you, driver!”