She’d had too much to drink, and felt sleepy;
They’d argued, she went to bed, weepy.
He followed her, though,
And still rooted her! So…
Mean… sort of… and weird and creepy.
Category: AO
Adults only
The pragmatist
Pushing thirty, almost a recluse,
What would any girl do, in her shoes?
A nice bloke, a good suit;
Dinner, drinks, then a root.
At her age, could she still pick and choose?
Disillusionment
While she sucked it, and gave it a crank,
She thought “This isn’t love, to be frank.
I’m just a receptacle,”
(Cynical, sceptical),
“Someone inside whom to wank!”
Alpha male
“Should I fuck him?” she thinks. “Yes! I will!”
Just the thought of it gives her a chill!
Such a big, ugly brute,
Quite a challenge to root!
What a wild, crazy risk! What a thrill!
A clowther of cats
Getting sex, cash, by far’s, most effective;
A rich guy can be more selective.
Big tits? A nice bum?
Fuck them all, or just some?
Pussy glut! What’s the proper collective?
Expectation and reality
She objected, to her mind, quite rightly:
He’d kissed and caressed her so lightly,
It came as a shock,
When he stuck in his cock,
That he did so so deeply and tightly!
B minus
She said “Well,” in a manner off-handed,
“You’re nice, to be perfectly candid;
You’re strong and you’re young,
But you don’t use your tongue,
And that fuck we just had was bog-standard.”
There is no God
“Oh god! No!” she exclaimed, feeling cheated;
So near to coming she’d teetered,
But snatched from the brink!
He’d come, started to shrink…
She cursed “Damn you! (expletive deleted.)”
The sanctity of marriage
“Though God joined us and all, still I wonder,
That part, “let no man put asunder”,”
She thought, “Would that term,
(As he unloosed his sperm),
Include, too, this nice chap whom I’m under?”
Spilt milk
As his hand slid up under her dress,
She sighed “Yes! Oh my God! Touch me! Yes!”
While she pulled down his zip;
She just tickled the tip,
And he came in hand! What a mess!