She insisted she just couldn’t, morally,
Have sex with him, except orally.
Funny, she finally
Liked it vaginally;
Not up the arse still, though, sorrily!
Category: AO
Adults only
Flappers
In the Twenties, folks drank bootleg hooch,
And then down to the nightclub they’d mooch.
Pretty flappers would dance,
Without bras, with no pants;
More exciting, that way, when they’d smooch!
Her cards close to her chest
Her great love for him, never expressed,
Had not, therefore, been put to the test.
He’d have tried, had he known,
From her rapt gaze alone,
She’d have given her all, on request!
Tasting notes
Underneath her skirt, somebody snuffled;
A voice mumbled something, but muffled.
She didn’t reply,
Didn’t speak! Nor did I,
As she sipped at her wine, quite unruffled!
The contemplative life
Sister Catherine, wimpled and sandaled,
Though frequently fingered and candled,
(Such shameful delight),
Still lay sleepless at night,
Racked by thoughts about being manhandled!
Plucky
Though a bit worse for wear, she felt proud;
He was scarily hugely endowed.
Neither he nor she thought
That she could, or she ought,
But she did, which delighted the crowd!
On a mission
Though a priest of the Roman religion,
Of morals he had not a smidgen!
A swine before pearls,
He corrupted young girls
In Swahili and Hindu and Pidgin.
Fond hope
A young woman, of whom he was fond,
When he told her so, didn’t respond,
In like kind, as he’d hoped…
Furthermore… when he groped,
Sad to say, she was not even blonde!
If
Were he ten years younger and bolder!
Nice tits. Her dress hung off one shoulder.
He let out a sigh.
She looked straight in his eye.
Were she only, too, just a bit older!
Everything but the lolly
She’d accepted a ride, which was folly;
He took out his prick. She said “Golly!”
The deed was soon done.
He said “Wasn’t that fun?”
Flushed and giggling, she said “Gosh, yes! Jolly!”