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Feeling lucky

She said “Come on! We don’t have all night!”
She undressed, and she turned down the light.
“I’m not saying ‘Let’s fuck’,
But strip off, try your luck…
There’s a pretty good chance that we might!”

White knuckles

She moaned, clutching the bed-rail tighter,
Flushed scarlet, her knuckles still whiter,
Delirious, fraught.
“Please don’t stop now!” she thought.
“Oh my God! Could the fit have been tighter?”

Youth versus experience

He was well-endowed, true, the young blighter,
Which made it, though, still, none the righter;
“I could be his mum!”
She thought, squeezing his bum,
To get all of him in, all the tighter!

Lapping it up

At the party, she sat on his lap,
Her thighs parted just slightly… a gap
Into which, as it would,
His cock swelled, which felt good,
Till she turned round and gave him a slap!

French familiarity

Elle a dit, souriante, encore nue,
“Et alors, tout etait à ton gôut?”
“Oui, bien sur, vous savez.”
“Nous avons juste baisé;
Donc tu peux m’addresser, oui, comme tu!”

Staple in her navel

She was beautiful, red-cheeked and fresh,
Wearing panties, bra, stockings of mesh;
He imagined what he
Would be doing were she
Not a photo, but there in the flesh!

The large codpiece

She asked, cheekily, feeling good-humoured,
If, down there, he was, as was rumoured,
As big as a horse!
He replied, “Well, of course!
Even bigger, perhaps, when one’s tumid!”

Penance

She’d confessed her sins. Meekly she knelt,
To accept whate’er penance was dealt,
On the cold altar stairs,
For the priest’s mournful prayers,
Or the kiss of the cane, or his belt.

Wild woman

She behaved in a manner that bordered
On decadent, wicked, disordered;
Booze, drugs, orgies too,
With complete strangers, who
When not rooting her, laughed and applauded!