“Did you like that?” she said, with a grin,
Gobs of semen still dripped from her chin.
Well, of course, he said yes,
As she slipped off her dress,
Out of which she was, more so than in.
Category: AO
Adults only
Come together…over me
Clad in just her sweat, latex or leather,
It wasn’t a question of whether
She’d come, or with whom,
Or with what in her womb,
But of timing, to both come together!
Lonely at the top
At her trade, she’d about reached the pinnacle,
Pretty, but cold, hard and cynical;
Talented, true,
But she tended to screw
In a way that seemed sterile and clinical.
His pound of flesh
Pretty, headstrong, and apt to be rash,
For a fee, she’d adapt to the lash.
A sore bum, a fat purse;
It could well have been worse,
And she was, so to say, strapped for cash.
Rubbed out
She found out, still a child, in the tub,
That her clitoris felt nice to rub,
Which she did all her life,
Mistress, mother and wife;
Now it’s pretty much worn to a stub.
Something in the air
He drew near her, catching a whiff
Of her muskiness, wondering if
She, as randy as he,
Wanted him, and if she
Had yet noticed his cock getting stiff.
Comings and goings
She used often have men come to visit,
Who spoke of her charms as exquisite.
She made love in ways
Meant to thrill and amaze;
That they came, then, is no surprise, is it?
Less meat
Other girls fancy handsome, dumb jocks,
Or else rock stars, pants hugging their cocks;
But a sensitive guy,
A bit thin, a bit shy,
Who likes cooking, is what ticks her box!
Umming and ahhing
She’d enjoyed his soft clitoral strumming,
His going down on her, while humming,
But, having got in,
Soon the pleasure wore thin,
And she wished he would be more forthcoming!
So he reckoned
With a wink and a gesture, she beckoned;
Bold, buxom, delightfully fecund,
The young snatch of whom,
In a small upstairs room,
He could be up, and would, in a second!