She insisted she just couldn’t, morally,
Have sex with him, except orally.
Funny, she finally
Liked it vaginally;
Not up the arse still, though, sorrily!
Tag: arse
Thy rod and thy staff
While she chanted the twenty-third psalm,
Her bare arse felt the sting of the palm
Of the priest. With each slap
Something stirred in his lap,
To her ever-increasing alarm!
Private lives
Though her sexual pastimes were quirky,
Her past and her present both murky,
No matter how sore
Were her arse or her jaw,
She still turned up to work looking perky!
Bewitched
The poor chap was completely bewitched,
By her voice, so seductively pitched,
By the way her breasts swayed,
(Which his hard cock betrayed),
And the way, when she walked, her arse twitched!
Mixed emotions
She was gorgeous, but God! What a bitch!
Should he marry or murder her? Which?
As he thought this, he smiled;
She was moody and wild,
But just look at that lovely arse twitch!
Catch a falling star
A fanatical rock chick, a groupie,
Great arse, pretty face, tits not droopy;
A bit under-age,
But she’d sneak in backstage
And fuck stars till her pussy was soupy!
A pleasant surprise
She was better in bed than he’d guessed;
No finesse, but she did do her best,
And to show she had class,
Mouth or pussy or arse,
She just smiled and said “Yeah, be my guest.”
Fraught relationship
“Men are bastards,” she sulkily gripes,
“Horses’ arses, of various stripes…
You included!” she sighs,
Stooping, parting her thighs,
As she reaches between them and wipes.
The gamut
She’d been rooted for hours, god dammit!
They’d run the whole sexual gamut;
Mouth, cunt, arse, and more!
She was tired and sore.
Was there anywhere else he could cram it?
Best by
She had plenty a man could admire;
Her arse, tits, in fact the entire
Damn lot! She was hot!
Not to mention her twat!
And her use-by date due to expire!