As he said to his mate, “Well, I guess
I can’t swear that she ever said yes,
Being, you know, deaf-mute,
But she was a great root!
Still, a bloke might be jailed for less!”
Category: AO
Adults only
Being there
Said Camus “Fucking’s all existential.
The act, in itself, the essential!”
“And love?” she insists,
“When one’s loved one exists!
As for fucking, it’s just providential!”
Here Kitty, Kitty!
Her sweet pussy, fur soft as a kitten!
He stroked it, kissed, licked it, quite smitten.
What joys in there hid?
Did she yearn as he did?
If sharp teeth, then he longed to be bitten!
A nod as good as a wink
Although seemingly proper and modest,
Her dress was low cut and tight bodiced.
She winked, which was odd,
A brief smile and a nod,
And she twitched her arse too… which was oddest.
Keep smiling
Though they do have their fair share of squabbles,
He still loves the way her arse wobbles,
And how, though she chokes,
She still giggles and jokes,
And keeps smiling at him while she gobbles!
The faux pas
The faux pas might have well been averted,
Had she, having shamelessly flirted,
Not said, with some scorn,
“You seem rather withdrawn,”
When he wasn’t yet even inserted!
Getting back to nature
Naked, no awkward clothing to hamper,
Her pussy grew steadily damper!
They rolled on the grass,
His hands clutching her arse …
Yes indeed! She was one happy camper!
The old maid
As she knits, the old maid reminisces;
Those daring chaps! Lingering kisses!
Her shimmering dresses …
But, blushing, confesses…
It’s mostly the fucking she misses!
Degrees of intimacy
What’s the rule, he thought, scratching his head,
About when can a man fart in bed?
Not till after the screw?
If she farts before you?
Should he ask her? No… Better unsaid.
Snatch and grab
Though she fought tooth and claw, scratch and jab,
Still he groped, squeezed and poked; snatch and grab!
Panties gone, her dress torn,
She thought, beaten, forlorn,
“Why on earth did I not catch a cab?”