As for sex, the girl’s rapidly learning,
Becoming, in fact, quite discerning;
A root’s just a root,
And it might, or not, suit
Her, depending on how much she’s earning.
Sugar-mummy 3
Almost hairless, unblemished, a boy!
Inarticulate, awkward and coy,
Yet, so eager to screw!
Inexhaustible too!
And all hers! Hers alone to enjoy!
Sugar-mummy 2
“Come to bed, my sweet boy!” she cajoled,
Her voice husky and barely controlled.
“I’m no blushing young bride,
But we’re all pink inside!
Be a good lad, and do what you’re told!”
Sugar-mummy 1
Oh so beautiful! Yes, but how old?
Inexperienced, true, but so bold!
Still a virgin she guessed,
But his hand on her breast!
And that rigid young prick to enfold!
Dunce
Now she felt like an absolute fool,
Naked, hands and legs tied to a stool,
With her pussy exposed,
While they laughed, she supposed!
How on earth could she face them at school?
Office romance
Round the office, it caused quite a stir,
That the one he was rooting was her!
Hard to credit, unless,
Well, those stains on her dress
Might be semen, of course, (which they were!)
Rose coloured glasses
But to whom could such language refer?
Whore and slut… every possible slur!
They were jealous, those blokes,
And their crude, filthy jokes
Couldn’t possibly be about her!
Helping the needy
The old madam was glad to arrange,
At a premium rate of exchange,
For a man’s every need,
Out of meanness and greed,
Be it ever so nasty and strange!
Incest by proxy
She might just have looked young for her age,
(And such things can be tricky to gauge);
Though she looked like his daughter,
He’d guiltily bought her,
Lust mixed with self-loathing and rage.
Terms of trade
Though she wasn’t a hooker, as such,
It depended on what… and how much…
If she felt in the mood
To be lovelessly screwed…
If she liked him, she’d sometimes go Dutch!