She smelled spicy, and musky, and sweet;
Enough fat, enough succulent meat;
Slightly gamey to taste;
With some oil to baste,
Good enough, salty-sweated, to eat!
Category: AO
Adults only
An eye for the mainchance
As he cranked up the foreplay a notch,
He thought “This is one chance I won’t botch!”
He let go of one tit,
Wet his fingers with spit,
And reached down for a grab at her crotch.
The way of the world
It’s the way of the world, I suppose;
A young girl has to stay on her toes.
She’d said yes to a drink
Which, of course, made him think
She might root. And she did. So it goes.
Decline and fall
He could sense her resistance was crumbling;
Hands, trembling, with zippers were fumbling.
She groped for his prick;
Her vagina felt slick;
“Do it now! Do it hard!” she was mumbling.
The end of her tether
She’d about reached the end of her tether:
She strained to escape, while her nether
Parts tingled and stung,
From his lips and his tongue,
And the kiss of the cane and the leather.
Dilemma
They’d got drunk, and she gave him a stroke:
So he thought “Well, why not go for broke?”
But she went and passed out,
Which then rather cast doubt
On his chances, and what if she woke?
Friends
When a man and a woman are friends,
If they fuck or not mostly depends
On how horny they are,
And how drunk, and how far
They imagine that friendship extends.
Whatever
It began with an innocent hug;
Then they kissed, and she gave him a tug.
When he managed to say,
“Shall we go all the way?”
She replied, “If you like,” with a shrug.
Preamble
“Though I bear you the utmost affection,”
He said, “if you have no objection,
I’ll now call you bitch,
And do bad things, for which
I confess an extreme predilection!”
Such is life
He’d had one chance at life and cocked up…
He’d been scared he’d be bloody locked up!
It was sheer bad luck…
Two young kids, their first fuck,
And she got herself fucking knocked up!