She woke up, panting, coming, hot, screaming!
Alone! Had she only been dreaming?
No something more literal!
Visceral! Clitoral!
Living, and being, not seeming!
Category: AO
Adults only
Tractability
He paused, grunting with dissatisfaction,
Tried changing his angle a fraction.
“Turn over,” he said.
“Scoot your arse down the bed;
A man needs a bit more bloody traction!”
But wear a helmet
Underneath her skirt naked, wet, slick…
She bent down, gave the leather a lick…
Sat astride the hard saddle…
Slip-sliding astraddle…
Rode off… pedal, whir, giggle, click!
Familiarity breeds contempt
Seven years wed, little love lost,
She said “Kiss me.” He said “Have you flossed?”
She said “Yes, and have you
Washed your cruddy cock, too?”
Which she thought quite a decent riposte.
Running the gauntlet
When she walked down the street, strange men pestered her,
Made lewd suggestions, that tested her.
Most she ignored,
Walked on, tried to look bored,
Harder though, with the ones who molested her!
Bewitched
Naked witches astride phallic brooms,
Profane rites, desecration of tombs,
Orgies, mating with beasts,
Virgin sacrifice, feasts;
It must all be quite fun, one assumes!
Harem-scarem
Harem guard: a job much over-rated.
Bald, fat, shrivelled penis, castrated,
Not given to lust,
A man sultans might trust
With their concubines yet to be mated.
Word of mouth
Once he’d found cunnilingus repellant,
Then found he possessed quite a talent.
Those women who knew
Begged go down on them too
And considered him terribly gallant!
Glutted
His cold hands on this woman’s soft flank,
He regretted the cost, to be frank.
They’d had dinner, got drunk
Now his hard-on had shrunk.
He should just have stayed home, had a wank.
Imperfect recollection
Were her panties silk? Maybe just cotton.
Her tits? Were they big? He’d forgotten.
She’d seemed keen enough,
But it must have been bluff.
She’d cried after. He’d felt a bit rotten.