As his piston-like penis uncoiled,
In horror, she shrieked and recoiled!
It was a tight fit,
And she struggled a bit,
Both her cylinders, though, were well oiled.
Category: AO
Adults only
A friend to all
To say ‘slut’ would be vulgar and crass.
She was just an adventurous lass,
Who enjoyed sex with men…
Women too, now and then…
Either / or, both at once, or en masse.
Wishing away childhood
She can’t wait to be old and grown up;
Adults pretty much have it sewn up.
They can stay out all night
And get drunk, fuck and fight,
And nobody can make them own up!
Non-gender-specific
She’s petite, cupcake-breasted and slender,
Likes rough sex, or kinky or tender;
No fuss what goes where,
Doesn’t worry or care
Who comes how, irrespective of gender.
Drinks
He said “Like to come out for a drink?”
She said yes in a heartbeat, a blink!
But what then, later on,
When their friends had all gone?
Would she root him? Well, what do you think?
Passing thoughts
With his shirt and his tie and one boot on,
He mounted her there, on her futon,
(A Japanese bed,
Very trendy, he’d read,
But they’re hard, and a bugger to root on!)
Imperturbable
Hands and feet tied, she wriggled and shuffled,
Gagged too, her small protests were muffled,
Upstairs, in his flat,
Rooted this way and that,
Throughout which she was strangely unruffled!
Oops!
What with wondering if it would fit,
Having poked round the outside a bit,
Going on about love,
He just gave one more shove,
And then something gave way and … “Oh shit!”
Retrospective
Though she’d found fucking much to her taste,
In due course, once seduced and disgraced,
She repented at leisure
Those moments of pleasure,
Which passed, sadly, too much in haste.
Impatience
“If you loved me, you’d fuck me,” he said.
“Come on, prove that you do! Come to bed!”
Of course, once she’d been dared,
(It was not that she cared),
She stripped off. “Pussy, arse or some head?”