Although pretty, the girl was neurotic;
No sense of fun, nor the erotic.
She’d fuck on request,
Poker-faced, but, at best,
Lie stock-still, or act sort of robotic.
Category: AO
Adults only
Blowing his own bugle
Quite romantic, but nonetheless frugal,
He searched for a girlfriend on Google;
“Big cock, single guy,
Seeking wife. Please reply…”
Now his fucks are all free, and conjugal.
Mum’s the word
When a girl’s biological clock
Starts to tick, she thinks more about cock;
Men become candidates
To be fathers and mates,
Or, let’s face it, to just fuck! Tick, tock!
Arousal
She’d stripped down to her knickers and cami,
Still blushing, her underarms clammy,
But horny as hell…
Nipples hard, (could he tell?)
Her damp pussy as slick as wet chamois!
The bohemian
Her behaviour, at times, gave one pause.
Things she said caused the dropping of jaws.
If she fucked indiscreetly,
She’d simply smile sweetly,
When found out, and say “Well, up yours!”
Gin, ironic
When the Mistress got into a mood
She’d sit nude in the parlour and brood,
Drinking gin, cursing men,
By whom, had she, back then,
Just said yes, she might well have been screwed!
Loss of innocence
At the point of (Sob! Gasp!) no return,
Beyond guilt, past religious concern,
Reckless now, lost to sin,
She begged “Put it all in!”
Though so innocent, eager to learn!
Gemutlich
Despite all of their labial frippery;
Never mind how they smell kippery,
Pussies are cute,
And they’re lovely to root,
Soft and shiny, and cosy and slippery!
Three little words
Although saying “I love you” seems trite,
It should cause no offence, and just might,
With a little good luck,
Perhaps lead to a fuck,
And, if true, make the fucking alright!
Baser appetites
Deep inside him, his dark side was stirring.
Her sense for such things was unerring.
“Let’s skip the dessert…
Fuck me now! Make it hurt!
Tie me up, if you like!” she said, purring.