His first time, late at night, in the park…
Where’s her cunt? Take a stab in the dark…
It was warm, it was tight…
But, what with the poor light…
He was just a bit wide of the mark!
Category: AO
Adults only
Quid pro quo
He’d bought dinner, she’d told a rude joke,
A good sign. Should he ask for a poke?
Fish and chips ain’t no feast,
But a blow job at least?
Fuck it! No! Life’s too short! Go for broke!
Call me Daddy
The young whore, in fact just an apprentice,
Laughed drunkenly, non compus mentis.
He squeezed her soft bum,
Mumbling “Don’t tell your Mum”,
While he screwed her, in loco parentis.
Through glasses darkly
It’s been said that men never make passes
At girls who wear thick horn-rimmed glasses;
That isn’t right, though,
It comes down, we all know,
To the size of their tits and their arses!
The fire
She moans, writhing, heart pounding, hands clenched,
But the crotch of her panties is drenched!
Let him do what he will!
Let him not stop until
Her wild, burning desire is quenched!
The dish and the spoon
It began watching each other piddle,
Progressed to a mutual fiddle;
The two childhood friends
(Can you guess how it ends?)
Became fuck-buddies! Hey-diddle-diddle!
Callow youth
He was just a youth, callow and gangling;
Between those slim legs, though, was dangling
A prick like a horse,
Which she fancied, of course,
And would have, his with her legs entangling!
The balance of probability
Though she put up some token resistance,
Maintained a (heart-breaking) safe distance,
At last she gave in,
Though she knew it a sin,
To his lustful, soft-spoken insistence!
Of human bondage
“She’s a pain slut” they said, on the quiet;
He asked her. She didn’t deny it.
“It’s weird, I know.”
She said, smiling, “Although,
You might get off yourself, if you try it!”
Tempting fate 1
“My good man,” said the Countess, quite terse,
“We’re alone, then, for better or worse…
You might ravish me, say…
Force yourself, have your way…
To which fate I would not be averse.”