Not at all like those chick-lit romances!
A victim of strange circumstances,
She’s forced to admit
She might have to submit
To his rather indecent advances!
The call of the wild
The relationship’s gone a bit stale,
She thought. Bloody typical male!
You root them, she’d found,
Soon they’re sniffing around
For new pussy. Damn pricks! Massive fail!
Poor cow
“All this shit from one stupid damn screw!
Baby vomit and piss, baby poo!
My nice tits turned to udders!”
She whimpers and shudders.
Oh fuck! Fucking hell! Fucking moo!”
Self-restraint
She walked round the house mostly undressed;
Flashed her neighbour some arse or some breast.
He was awfully cute!
She’d have loved a nice root,
But best not, not to foul her own nest.
Je ne sais quoi
Although women are mostly homogenous,
Some, in whom something endogenous
Helps them surpass
Plain old tits, pussy, arse,
Are just all-over bloody erogenous!
Father knows best
“Well, my son, she’s a beautiful bride,”
Said his dad, “but still, cast your net wide.
She’s a good fuck, I know;
Keep your eyes open, though,
For the chance of a bit on the side!”
She’s only human
Her new consort seemed well engineered,
Though humanoid sex still felt weird.
That penis extension!
A lovely invention!
And hard night and day, it appeared!
More than she can chew
“Are you certain all this is quite safe?”
She attempted to say, the poor waif,
Indistinct, through her gag.
“Can’t we just have a shag?
That damn pussy rope’s starting to chafe!”
Bad or good?
Little tits, pussy shaved, to infantilise,
Shy girlish giggles, to tantalise…
Quite understood…
Though, to say she’d been good
Would, of course, be to tell poor old Santa lies!
A ride in the country
Was her new saddle somehow enchanted?
She slid back and forward and panted,
Buck naked, of course,
Just herself and her horse,
As she cried out and came, as he cantered!