Going down on a woman is gallant.
Some men, of course, find it repellant,
But girls, old and young,
Love a touch of the tongue,
And appreciate men with this talent!
Category: AO
Adults only
Hair's breadth
He was thrilled with how far he had got,
Till she cried “You’ll do what? And with what?
Put it where? Part my hair?
Don’t you bloody well dare!
Put that thing in my thing? I think not!”
Waking
He woke naked, confused, in her room,
Breathing deep of her musky perfume,
His arm over her chest,
His lips closed on one breast,
And his sperm swimming up through her womb.
Sweater girl
She felt sexy, dressed in her tight sweater;
Not wearing a bra made it better!
When men turned to stare,
Had she chosen to wear
Any panties, they’d now be much wetter!
The thrill of the chase
Laughing, shouting, she’d prance and she’d scamper;
Such clothes as she wore didn’t hamper
The scandalous joy
Of her game with the boy,
At whose hot touch her panties grew damper.
Squish, squash!
He plunged into her fanny, squish, squash!
Squeal and squirm, froth and sperm, splish and splosh!
An adulterous screw;
Secret still, but they knew
That the truth would come out in the wash!
Moral victory
She said, pouting, “You’re such a big bully!”
And stroked her groin, dark, strange and wooly.
“Alright! I give in!
You can have me! You win!”
As she opened herself to him fully.
Enchanted
“I do hope you won’t take me for granted,
A poor girl, in love and enchanted,
Who couldn’t say no…
You bedazzled me so…
Harder! God! Yes! Yes! Harder!” she panted.
Poor Mum
“Oh my God! My poor Mum would be shocked!”
She exclaimed, as their joined bodies rocked.
“Look at me, bold as brass!”
She said, squeezing his arse,
With her legs round his back tightly locked.
Slut
She was known around town as a slut;
The false charge got her right in the gut!
Yeah, she did like a shag…
Did that make her a slag?
She was awfully good at it, but!