He was just a youth, callow and gangling;
Between those slim legs, though, was dangling
A prick like a horse,
Which she fancied, of course,
And would have, his with her legs entangling!
Category: AO
Adults only
The balance of probability
Though she put up some token resistance,
Maintained a (heart-breaking) safe distance,
At last she gave in,
Though she knew it a sin,
To his lustful, soft-spoken insistence!
Of human bondage
“She’s a pain slut” they said, on the quiet;
He asked her. She didn’t deny it.
“It’s weird, I know.”
She said, smiling, “Although,
You might get off yourself, if you try it!”
Tempting fate 1
“My good man,” said the Countess, quite terse,
“We’re alone, then, for better or worse…
You might ravish me, say…
Force yourself, have your way…
To which fate I would not be averse.”
Tempting fate 2
“Oh my god! What on earth was I thinking,
To come to your room?” she said, winking.
“I might have escaped;
Now I’ll likely be raped!
But perhaps that’s all just wishful thinking!
Stage-fright
Sequins, feathers, abundant young curves,
She said “God! I’m a bundle of nerves!
What would Mum and Dad think
Of me, flashing the pink
To a roomful of drunken old pervs?”
His lucky day
Might they root? It remained to be seen.
He was nice, and he seemed to be keen.
Since she’d flirted a bit,
Even showed him some tit,
Not to fuck him would be a bit mean!
Go figure!
She was friendly, with quite a nice figure;
Applied herself to him with vigour.
With each rub and lick
Of his all too keen prick
It grew steadily harder and bigger!
Baptism of fire
She approached sex a bit apprehensively,
Naked, but legs crossed defensively;
Having said yes,
She got fucked nonetheless,
North and south, pussy, mouth, comprehensively!
Hard to please
Though she tried hard to please, did her utmost,
He called her a slut, but what cut most
Was not what he said,
But that though she gave head
And liked sex, he still fancied her butt most!