Most young women, these days, young men find,
If you buy them a drink, don’t much mind
A hand under their dress,
(Times are changing, I guess),
A blow-job, little things of that kind.
Category: AO
Adults only
On tenterhooks
Her excitement is mingled with fear;
Bound, helpless, nude, still quite unclear
What will he now do?
Or if not he, then who?
She grows wetter. She sheds a lone tear.
Keeping warm in a cold climate
Scandinavian girls, Danes and Swedes,
Stroll about wearing just smiles and beads,
Unselfconsciously nude,
Drinking wine, cooking food,
Fucking too; all a man’s basic needs!
Love is in the air
On the air came a sexual whiff;
Something musky and yeasty, (sniff, sniff)
From someone in the room,
From the panties of whom?
“Ah! The blonde!” he thought, instantly stiff.
Law abiding citizen
She was pretty as hell, though flat-chested.
“You old enough, baby?” he jested.
“It all up to you,
But I don’t want to do
Anything that might get me arrested!”
Lowest common denominator
Fish, birds, reptiles have things called cloacas,
To shit, piss and fuck! Any takers?
One all-purpose hole!
Do they think? Have a soul?
Do you think they give thanks to their makers?
TKO
Firm of flesh, strong of will, round of vowel;
No man’s cock would enter her bowel!
She argued at length,
Fought with all of her strength,
But, alas, had to throw in the towel.
At arm’s length
Shocked and awed, still she tried to stay calm.
It lay, heftily, there on her palm.
What to do with it now?
Suck it? Fuck it somehow,
Though as long and as thick as her arm?
Good things in small packages
Being skinny, with small cupcake tits,
Men think fucking might tear her to bits!
Acrobatic and agile,
She isn’t that fragile;
She stretches, and most of it fits!
Saddle-sore
It was rumoured the man was endowed
Like a horse, and she recklessly vowed
To find out if it fitted.
It hurt, she admitted,
But felt, nonetheless, justly proud!