The poor boy, he just looks so forlorn…
Someone murdered his cat, you’d have sworn!
She’ll seduce him, poor dear…
One fuck, it’s small beer…
Or many… she’s his until dawn!
Show and tell
Who it was she chose not to disclose.
Now she’s pregnant, enough so it shows,
Though she wears baggy dresses,
Hopes nobody guesses…
Just silly… like, everyone knows!
Underwhelmed
Although normally gentle and placid,
Her tone when she spoke was tart, acid…
“Your cock’s fucking small…
And me naked and all…
And the fucking thing’s still fucking flaccid!”
Discretion
Though not wishing to cause him offence,
The guy’s cock was just fucking immense!
Could it possibly fit
In her tight little slit?
Would to try even make any sense?
Stag
A great party! He’s glad he came stag.
All these hot girls! Fuck! Who’d be a fag?
Cheeky smiles, lovely tits…
Bet they’ve all got wet slits…
Yep, he thinks, a nice shag’s in the bag!
The immodest wench
Jolly nice, he thought, sipping his scotch,
Settling back on the sofa to watch
The immodest young wench…
Dutch? Italian? No, French,
Stuffing curious things up her crotch.
The good life
It’s the good life, right, being retired?
Eat, drink and rent girls as required…
Nice filthy young things,
A few bucks and no strings…
Except often you’re too fucking tired!
On the rebound
Her suspicions were pretty well founded,
She mused, her sweet arse being pounded.
Her ex’s best mate
Was there, lying in wait,
Arms wide, welcoming, when she rebounded.
Tits and ribs
Young and pretty, she’s all tits and ribs…
She’s eighteen she says… probably fibs…
Naked, standing there smirking
And watching them jerking…
“Fuck yeah!” says his mate. “Bags first dibs!”
Swap meet
“We can both fuck you, right?
She nods. “Yeah.”
“Head or pussy?” says one. “Who goes where?”
“And my arse too, okay?”
She says. “Any which way…
Take your pick, take your time. Swap and share!”