Nice young ladies get horny like boys…
They get off with their hands and their toys,
Taking secret delight
In their beds late at night
Panties stuffed in mouths, not to make noise.
Abandon hope
Poor girl, castaway, stranded, marooned…
Found Man Friday… hope blossomed, ballooned…
All did not go as planned…
Thrown face down on the sand,
And her tender young pussy harpooned!
Food for thought
Her predicament, now her mind’s cleared,
Is worse than it first had appeared
These cannibal chaps
Might yet eat her, perhaps…
And her pussy’s already been speared!
The unwelcome caress
At his harsh, importunate caress
She felt under a certain duress,
Sweet talk over it seemed,
As he growled (and she screamed)…
“Right, let’s have at what’s under your dress!”
Prey
So, she’s hanging there… naked, in shackles…
The thing, though, that most raised her hackles…
She would have said yes…
If they’d asked, no duress,
These dumb men, circling round her like jackals.
The sporting life
A great party, good booze and good food…
This chick’s got herself totally nude…
She’s a pretty good sort,
And a bloody good sport…
Gonna get comprehensively screwed!
Rough and tumble
Charged with rape, he was later acquitted…
The girl was a slut , and dim-witted…
“Well yeah, fair enough…
Though he fucked me damn rough
It was all kinda fun”, she admitted.
The toast of the town
“Super Slut”… bit of clever self-branding…
She’s working the room, nude, glad handing…
She grins, spanks her arse,
And she raises her glass,
Says “Let’s fuck, if you’ll all be upstanding!”
Idle hands
“You’re a slut, as reputed so widely,
Perverted as well”, he said snidely.
“Yes, guilty to both”,
She said… “Worse too, blood oath…”
As she sat there and stroked her cunt idly.
Judgement
She’d have prayed to God, were she religious…
The man’s cock was fucking prodigious…
And she small and thin,
But he’d jammed it all in…
Would’ve sued him too, were she litigious!