He’d just chuckled a bit, and they’d squabbled;
He’d laughed at the way her arse wobbled
When wearing high heels.
“Just think how it feels!”
She sobbed, as she tottered and hobbled.
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First time lucky
“We’ll that wasn’t too bad!” she’d said, brightly.
“Tight fit, but it only hurt slightly!”
Still, though, a bit shocked
That he’d gone off half-cocked…
Half-way in… so she’d been let off lightly.
Prudence
Puckered nipples, small breasts, sweet and biteable!
Clitoris twitchy, excitable!
Too young though, hence
It might cause her offence,
Which might also, alas, be indictable!
Sniffing her tail
A cute pussy, so fluffy and sweet!
Friendly too, and distinctly on heat!
But is being in season
A good enough reason
For being gang banged in the street?
No illusions
Fucking’s fucking, she thought, crude and graceless,
That romance crap totally baseless.
When in the right mood
She quite liked being screwed,
Though the men that she rooted were faceless.
Familiarity V contempt
Yes, he’d rooted her (rather delightful),
To show that he could, (which was spiteful),
To prove her a slut,
Which he had, of course, but
They were sort of in love, which was frightful!
Pantomime
He unfastened her brassiere clasp.
She let out a theatrical gasp.
“Gosh, you’re naughty!” she cried.
“Yep!” he said, with some pride,
Both her tits snugly now in his grasp!
Sabbath morn
Waking sticky and damp, a bit hazy,
She thought “Wow! Last night was just crazy!
Five guys! Maybe more!
Well, no wonder I’m sore!
I’m a slut, maybe. Yeah, but not lazy!”
Post-feminism
A post-feminist girl, analytical,
Saw sex as mostly political;
So lower class,
Being fucked in the arse!
Yet to not do so seemed hypocritical!
No pressure
“No big thing,” he said. “No need to stress!
Maybe some other time you’ll say yes.
Jerk me off then, instead,
Or just give me some head.
One way’s good as the next, more or less!”