With her heart in her mouth she disrobes;
His cold hands press and squeeze her pink globes,
Then he shines a bright light
On her pussy, clenched tight,
Where his rubber-gloved finger now probes!
Category: PG
Parental guidance recommended
The French wench
Bold Sir Percival, fighting the French,
Came across an inviting young wench.
He thought “God, what a charmer!
And me in my armour,
Locked in without spanner or wrench!”
The fuckless zip
He increasingly clumsily fumbled;
“It seems that your zip’s stuck,” he mumbled.
“Indeed? What a shame!
Oh well. What was your name?
You can’t be of much use then,” she grumbled.
Nanny, I can’t sleep
Late at night, down the hallway he’d creep,
And he’d crouch at her keyhole and peep,
While his nanny undressed,
For a glimpse of a breast,
Little prick stiff, too horny to sleep.
Raffish
Though the man was unspeakably vile,
He did grew on one, after a while.
Although rough and uncouth,
His big cock did, in truth,
Compensate for a lack of… well… style!
LOL
She smiled,musing “It’s awfully droll,
All this talk about God and the soul;
Lots of sex, drugs and booze
Is the life one should choose,
With a sound-track of loud rock and roll!”
Mollified
Though she worried at night for her soul,
She made ends meet by being a moll.
She made love to a mobster,
For champagne and lobster;
Nice work, and quite fun, on the whole!
Secret lives
She was known as a girl with a past;
She was said by men’s wives to be fast,
But the actual facts
Of strange sexual acts,
Had they known, would have left them aghast!
Service with a smile
For a whore, she seemed awfully sweet,
Though, of course, it might all be deceit;
Still she’d been a good lay,
And, accepting her pay,
She said “Thanks. Would you like a receipt?”
Tick, tick
She decided, lest it be her doom
To live life with a cold, barren womb,
That she’d very much rather
Have sex with the father,
No matter how, when, where, or whom.