Mused Roxanne to herself, “What’s to lose?
The encounter is bound to amuse,
He’s a hunk of fresh meat,
I’m a bitch and on heat,
It’s an offer too good to refuse!”
Category: AO
Adults only
Savoir faire
With her blinds drawn and soft bedside lamp on,
His French maid extracted her tampon,
Exclaiming “Mon Dieu!
Quel grand objet, Monsieur,
Et plus grand, je me pense, quand c’est rampant!”
Sex is political
As she lewdly displayed her introitus,
She said “It’s political, coitus,
An act of sedition,
Of seeming submission,
Lest men, should we not, then exploit us.”
Practice makes perfect
She sprawled naked and stared at the ceiling,
Her moist nether parts thus revealing.
She said “That was nice,
Though I know you’ve come twice,
Could we do it just once more … with feeling?”
Mysterious Jill
To make love to mysterious Jill
Is a secret and singular thrill,
Or perhaps even plural,
In bed, or more rural,
She makes love with magical skill!
Yet about her’s an air strangely chill:
Yes, she’s gorgeous, enchanting, but still,
To gaze into her eyes,
Though it logic defies,
It’s as if, as they say, looks could kill.
Her eyes bore into one like a drill,
Angels sing, but discordant and shrill.
Though she plays on your trust,
Still, consumed by your lust,
You plunge in, and submit to her will.
One is left like one’s been through the mill:
You feel sated, and yet strangely ill.
In your heart there’s a void,
You’re complete, yet destroyed,
Thoughts of other girls crumble to nil.
Sound sleeper
An unscrupulous bastard called Jerry
Deprived a young girl of her cherry:
While drunk, sleeping soundly
He rooted her roundly…
Unsporting of course, but not very.
Instinct
She was well bred and bloody knew better…
Quite out of the question… and yet her
Base instincts insisted!
Although she resisted,
Just thinking of sex made her wetter!
Neo-romantic
The romantic esteems the ideal,
By nature more perfect than real.
That’s all very well,
But I’d much rather smell,
Taste and chew, fuck and feel!
The moving finger
The sweet pleasure of love is but fleeting;
The making of love self-defeating…
You can make it linger,
By sniffing your finger,
Though this, strictly speaking, is cheating.
Fatal attraction
Though the girl had a cunt like a chasm,
When fucked, and she came to orgasm,
The rash fellow who
Had embarked on a screw
Would be squashed, balls and all, by the spasm.