Fucking’s fucking, she thought, crude and graceless,
That romance crap totally baseless.
When in the right mood
She quite liked being screwed,
Though the men that she rooted were faceless.
Category: AO
Adults only
Familiarity V contempt
Yes, he’d rooted her (rather delightful),
To show that he could, (which was spiteful),
To prove her a slut,
Which he had, of course, but
They were sort of in love, which was frightful!
Pantomime
He unfastened her brassiere clasp.
She let out a theatrical gasp.
“Gosh, you’re naughty!” she cried.
“Yep!” he said, with some pride,
Both her tits snugly now in his grasp!
Sabbath morn
Waking sticky and damp, a bit hazy,
She thought “Wow! Last night was just crazy!
Five guys! Maybe more!
Well, no wonder I’m sore!
I’m a slut, maybe. Yeah, but not lazy!”
Post-feminism
A post-feminist girl, analytical,
Saw sex as mostly political;
So lower class,
Being fucked in the arse!
Yet to not do so seemed hypocritical!
No pressure
“No big thing,” he said. “No need to stress!
Maybe some other time you’ll say yes.
Jerk me off then, instead,
Or just give me some head.
One way’s good as the next, more or less!”
Signs of the times
Most young women, these days, young men find,
If you buy them a drink, don’t much mind
A hand under their dress,
(Times are changing, I guess),
A blow-job, little things of that kind.
On tenterhooks
Her excitement is mingled with fear;
Bound, helpless, nude, still quite unclear
What will he now do?
Or if not he, then who?
She grows wetter. She sheds a lone tear.
Keeping warm in a cold climate
Scandinavian girls, Danes and Swedes,
Stroll about wearing just smiles and beads,
Unselfconsciously nude,
Drinking wine, cooking food,
Fucking too; all a man’s basic needs!
Love is in the air
On the air came a sexual whiff;
Something musky and yeasty, (sniff, sniff)
From someone in the room,
From the panties of whom?
“Ah! The blonde!” he thought, instantly stiff.