While he fondled her fanny’s trim bristle,
He said “Would you blow on my whistle?”
She answered “Why not,
If you’ll sing to my twat,
And I might even chew on your gristle!”
Category: AO
Adults only
Rude awakening
She thought “Jesus, I must have been drunk!”
When she woke up in bed with some punk.
He was hairy and gross,
Snuggled up way too close,
And her cunt was still full of his gunk!
Do unto others
She came twice, and said “God, that was fun!”
He said “Was? Girl, I’ve only begun!
Lie back down, and I’ll do you
So well, when I’m through, you
Will know you’ve been thoroughly done!”
Strike one
She grumped “All you ridiculous men, you
Think women are just a sports venue,
For sex when you like:
Well, I’m going on strike!
Fucks and blow jobs are now off the menu!”
Multiple choice
When she hung out the “Do not disturb”,
They had sex that was rather superb,
On the floor, on the bed,
From her A to her Z
She was licked, kissed, poked, fucked, ….. (insert verb).
Alcohol fog
He was lost in an alcohol fog,
When she purred “Do you fancy a snog?”
She had tits out to here,
But, blinded by beer,
The poor fool just stood there agog!
Once bitten
He said “What, do you think I might bite?
Just one kiss, and we’ll call it a night.”
But he lied, truth to tell,
And she, virgin as well,
Proved corruptible, horny and tight!
Shock, horror!
She recoiled in horror and fright,
And in shocked disbelief, at the sight…
His prick, thick as her arm,
Might do terrible harm…
But might fill her, as well, with delight!
The whore-monger
He’s a lecherous, heartless whore-monger,
Whose ravenous sexual hunger
Compels him to ravage,
In ways strange and savage,
Young women, and younger, and younger.
Nitty-gritty
With her eyes closed and tight-gritted teeth,
Breathless, sweating, she writhed underneath;
He rolled, wobbled and heaved,
And she, somewhat aggrieved,
Hissed “My God! You’re tho fucking obethe!