Bodice-rippers, soft-porn, girlie fiction,
Fall down in their squeamish depiction
Of actual screwing…
Whatever they’re doing
Lacks mucus, and spitting, and friction.
Category: PG
Parental guidance recommended
A kiss on the cheek
It began with a kiss on the cheek;
One thing led to the next, so to speak.
He was amply endowed,
(It would do a horse proud!)
She could hardly damn walk for a week!
A matter of taste
She’d been horny enough, keen as mustard!
A guy after whom she had lusted
Had seemed worth a go,
But the sweat and smells, though,
And the taste of him left her disgusted.
The girlfriend
Over time marriage soured, love dwindled;
She felt she’d been screwed, used and swindled.
Though not quite intended,
A girl she befriended
Seduced her and passion rekindled!
Time exposure
She said “Bloody hell! This is the pits!
Tied up, stark naked, freezing my tits!
And you haven’t done much,
But take photos and such;
If it’s hard yet, let’s see where it fits!”
The vamp
Sexy, stylish, pert, quite the young vamp!
Other girls whispered she was a tramp.
Underneath her short skirt,
Which she’d hitch up, and flirt,
Frilly panties, decidedly damp!
Moment of truth
Just a moment before lost in passion,
Aghast now, her pretty face ashen,
Shocked, naked, confused.
This could not be excused!
To be used in such barbaric fashion!
No teddy bears’ picnic
In the woods at night, daughter, there prowl
Men and creatures and monsters most foul!
Never go out alone;
If you do, take your phone.
Hurry home if you hear them howl!
But it can’t take out the garbage
Many women now place their reliance
On plastics, IT, modern science;
They get off their rocks
Not with actual cocks,
But some over-sized buzzing appliance!
It might go away
Just the thought of it made her quite ill.
“It’s so big! It won’t fit!”
“Yes it will!”
So she parted her thighs,
Bit her lip, closed her eyes,
And just tried to lie perfectly still.