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!
Category: AO
Adults only
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!
Gritting her teeth
It was just one more bridge to be crossed;
Sleepless, all night she’d turned and she’d tossed.
She’d consent, when he woke ,
To a fuck with this bloke,
Once he’d brushed his teeth, gargled and flossed!
Phone-sex
For you girls, there’s a new smartphone app;
Just download, place your phone on your lap,
Or cling-wrap, lift your skirt,
And discreetly insert,
Then get off, to rock music or rap!
Going spare
What he did with his tongue drove her spare!
Too much bliss for a woman to bear!
He hummed, nibbled and licked,
Sucked and darted and flicked;
Would the man never come up for air?
Still life
She got off, as a rule, on her own,
With her dildo, a bottle, a bone,
Or her finger, a shoe,
A zucchini would do,
A brush handle, a door-knob, her phone.
Control freak
When she fucked, she liked being on top,
From the word go, until she said stop:
Her cunt clenched like a fist,
She’d hump, gyrate and twist,
Till she’d drained his last pearly white drop!
Catholic guilt
Between pangs of regret, and of guilt
On each stroke he plunged in to the hilt.
It was wrong, but felt right,
And so warm and so tight,
As he flooded her womb with his milt.
How far?
When they kissed, she felt funny, below;
She considered how far she should go.
Maybe squeezing her breast
Might be okay, she guessed;
Should she fondle or suck his cock, though?