The butt-hole (viz: the anal canal),
Using plenty of lubricant gel,
Or some butter, or spit,
Is a pretty good fit,
If you don’t mind the mess, and the smell.
Tag: anal sex
Spinner
When he whipped out his cock, she thought “Golly!
So big!” But resistance was folly;
Picked up like a doll,
Screwed in this and that hole!
And how was it? Oh, jolly. Just jolly.
A plea from the heart
She sighed, “Darling, I hope you don’t mind…
But I’m pretty much certain you’ll find
That the front hole is better,
More slippery, wetter,
More overall purpose-designed!
Is this love?
Modern Miss Quiz
Is This Really Love?
[ ] Love and sex: pretty much hand in glove?
[ ] Gave him head your first date?
[ ] Anal sex? Yes! Can’t wait!
[ ] Bondage? Whips? Fuck, yes! All the above!
Switch-hitter
She remained still naive and complacent,
Her sweet sexuality nascent…
The treacherous bloke
Switched his target mid-stroke…
From her cunt to the hole just adjacent!
Not on target
“At the risk of appearing a nark,”
She said, “darling, I know that it’s dark;
It might feel the same
But, I’m sorry, your aim
Is an inch or so wide of the mark!”
A sense of occasion
“What a nice juicy cunt,” he said, spitting,
And spreading her lips. “It seems fitting
To throw it a fuck
And, with moderate luck,
Your cute arsehole as well, time permitting.”
Transparency
Saying filthy things into her ear,
The things that he’ll do. Lord! Oh dear!
He’ll fuck her… then… what?
That must hurt quite a lot!
As she’ll soon find out, it would appear.
Going with the flow
No great problem, her mind wasn’t closed;
She in principle wasn’t opposed:
Whether this hole or that…
They could just have a chat.
Or perhaps toss a coin, she supposed.
As one does
She was well bred, and plummy of vowel.
“Should one let him roger one’s bowel?”
She mused. “Between us,
Is it worth all the fuss?
Let him bugger one. Throw in the towel!”