She had PMT, moody and grumpy,
Feet swollen, her tits sore and lumpy.
He wanted a fuck!
He was shit out of luck!
Or the way to one winding and bumpy!
Category: AO
Adults only
Precedent
He said “God, woman, don’t look so gloomy!
I just said your pussy was roomy!”
She said “Not at all!
Your damn prick is too small!
You don’t like it? Fuck off! You can sue me!”
Private lives
Though her sexual pastimes were quirky,
Her past and her present both murky,
No matter how sore
Were her arse or her jaw,
She still turned up to work looking perky!
Interpersonal skills
He liked girls, and he liked a selection,
But felt neither love nor affection.
A girl was a doll,
Something soft, with a hole
Into which he could stick his erection.
Impure thoughts
As the young parson spoke, her thoughts drifted,
Their eyes met, she blushed, the scene shifted;
The dark parish hall,
She against the cold wall,
With each stroke she was moved and uplifted!
Uninvited guest
Silent partner
In a corner, concealed, he lurks.
She undresses; he leers and smirks.
He imagines her shock,
Should she see his fat cock,
At which, watching, his sweaty hand jerks!
Surprise party
She enjoys the strange games he devises.
What pleasure! What pain! What surprises!
She’s ordered to strip;
Will she suffer the whip?
Or his dildos, of all shapes and sizes!
Roped in
“Do you want a damn fuck or not, cowboy?
Or else, let a man show you how, boy.
This filly can buck!
Saddle up! Try your luck!
It’s free pussy,” she said. “Grab it now, boy!”
Supply and demand
“You’re a man, for whatever that’s worth,
Of which lately there’s been quite a dearth,
And a woman has needs,
Which a wise woman heeds,”
She said, cause, as they fucked, for great mirth!