One could honestly publish a book
About Alfons , our myopic cook:
What a jolly old farce,
When he stuffed the maid’s arse,
Not the turkey’s (like which it did look!)
Tag: anal
To the manner born
If not born to the manner, begin
By acquiring a taste for good gin,
And when plumbing the arse
Of a woman of class
Have a fellow to play violin.
Keep smiling
Bondage sounded, like, edgy and fun…
Shoulda pulled up her panties and run!
Bein’ tied up and buggered…
Fuck! Pretty damn rugged!
A pain in the arse! ‘Scuse the pun.
Happy camper
Her pussy’s got rapidly damper…
He’s rock hard, and one happy camper…
He’s licking his thumb,
Sticks it into her bum…
No complaints… this with which, too, to tamper!
Invitation
“Did you like,” she said, “watching me pee?
Wanna root? You can do me DP!
Come to mine. Bring a friend!”
And before she pressed SEND,
“Maybe anal too. RSVP”
That’s a definite maybe
“Anal, darling? No thanks. Not my style.
Strictly pussy!” she said, with a smile.
“Up the arse is for whores…”
A sly grin. Pregnant pause…
“Okay, maybe… Just once in a while.”
Ts and Cs
Her consent came with terms and conditions:
Use condoms. Her choice of positions.
No anal… not yet.
Lick her first, get her wet…
And between fucks, of course, intermissions.
Upping the ante
She’d had maybe a glass too much wine
When he said “Babe, your sweet ass is mine!”
Did she scream? Flee in fright,
As a good woman might?
No, she stripped and said “Pussy or asshole? That’s fine.”
Little lamb, who made thee?
“That ain’t fair!” the poor innocent bleated.
“I said not in there, and you cheated!”
He grinned, his big cock
Up her arse, chockablock,
And she gave up and let him, defeated.
A toe in the water
So… This anal thing that you propose…
We could give it a go, I suppose…
Try a finger maybe…
Then your cock… and we’ll see…
I might even quite like it. Who knows?