He’d had plenty of girlfriends, like. Heaps!
She was nice, but it gave him the creeps,
Though they’d fucked, fair enough,
If she was up the duff,
As it seemed, this one might be for keeps!
Retail therapy
Though his penis, in fact, was quite whopping,
She wouldn’t have minded just stopping;
Just say “For God’s sake!
Can’t we take a damn break?”
And get up and maybe, like, go shopping!”
Soft selling
Soft in all the right places, sweet-smelling;
She winked, and he felt his cock swelling!
No harm, then, in trying,
Let on he was buying,
Depending on if she was selling!
Moral critique
Little tits, pussy could have been tighter;
Not bad, though, for just a one-nighter.
His wife wouldn’t know,
And she’d wanted it, though
That somehow didn’t make it much righter.
Sisters
She had blonde pubes, her sister’s were carroty,
Fair, freckled; funny disparity.
Both of them cute,
And they both loved a root,
But comparison caused much hilarity!
Her cards on the table
She explained that she’d not be averse
To some anal, or bondage, or worse;
Pain and suffering too,
Nothing she wouldn’t do!
(Which her fees would, of course, reimburse.)
The oldest profession
She got by, scraped along, rather meagrely,
Selling her favours illegally,
Down on her luck;
A quick, lucrative fuck
Opportunity sought after eagerly!
Body armour
Though he’d thought that he’d had it all sorted,
Her tits were so trussed up, supported
By wires and straps,
Hooks and buckles and snaps
That all hope of a grope was soon thwarted!
Being fruitful and multiplying
Being pregnant, she soon lost her figure,
But still, as her belly got bigger,
Her tits did as well,
She was horny as hell,
And still fucked with commendable vigour!
Her maiden name
Dress and underwear tangled and tattered,
Her good name besmirched, cum-bespattered,
She had a good cry…
One quite understood why…
Not, of course, that he cared, or it mattered.