He was funny, and slightly perverse;
He liked rubbing her “little fur purse”!
It was all that he craved;
He just loved her unshaved,
And a cunt might be called things much worse.
Circumstantial evidence
Well, of course, she was angry and shaken,
Hung-over, next day, to awaken,
Lips smudged, sticky, nude;
It seemed plain she’d been screwed,
Though a girl might, perhaps, be mistaken!
Notorious
She’d acquired a vague notoriety,
Shunned among local society;
Something to do
With her liking to screw,
And not caring too much for sobriety.
The groupie
She’d been dreaming about it all summer,
But, backstage, the night was a bummer;
The singer was blotto.
“Make do” was her motto;
She got herself off with the drummer.
Morning mystery
When he asked, she said “Don’t be absurd!”
(She’d, at first, thought she must have misheard).
So they chatted and drank;
She was later quite blank,
As to how, when and where it occurred!
Fallen woman
She allowed him a squeeze and a grope,
And set foot on the slippery slope.
Soon she fondled him too;
He grew hard, as men do,
She undressed, then, to give him more scope.
A fluid situation
“I’m a virgin!” she whispered. “Please, stop!”
So he did, but she clambered on top,
Her face flushed, her eyes glazed,
Dripping, slipping, half-crazed,
And her hymen gave way, with a pop!
All’s well that ends well
In the end, it all fitted quite neatly;
It stretched her, and filled her completely!
She liked it, although,
She might well have said no,
Had he not begged her ever so sweetly.
Value for money
It was straightforward fucking, no frills.
For her part, it just helped pay the bills.
She was pretty enough,
Bouncy tits, a trimmed muff;
The men got what they wanted, cheap thrills!
The long and the short of it
Men’s cocks vary, but does the size matter?
One’s little, one longer and fatter.
If cunts had a voice,
And were offered a choice,
Would they they opt for the former or latter?