On the honeymoon, as she undressed,
The young bride, feeling guilty, confessed
That she’d fucked the best man,
Once, by chance, not by plan,
And the groom might come off second best!
Tag: bride
Star-crossed lovers
As the dagger plunged into her breast,
That by Romeo sweetly caressed,
Who lay dead by the side
Of his five-days-old bride,
“What a fuck-up!” she thought, unimpressed.
Bad dream
As a girl how she’d longingly dreamed
Of her wedding night, flirted and schemed.
Now a bride! At long last!
He undressed… but aghast
At the sight of his penis, she screamed!
The blushing bride
From the bride’s pussy slick moisture leaked.
Though she covered her eyes, she still peeked.
Her first glimpse of a cock!
She recoiled in shock.
“That can’t all fit inside me!” she squeaked.
The bridal waltz
Blushing, shy, as befitting a bride,
To her bridesmaid she whispers (aside),
“I’m surprised he can dance!
He’s fair bursting his pants!
God! Just wait till I get him astride!”
The bridal waltz
The bride whispered of pleasures in store;
An erection he couldn’t ignore
Strained his pants at the seams,
Though, except in their dreams,
Neither party had done it before!
Ipso facto
The poor girl knew for certain, the minute he
Fondled her nether vicinity,
Hard as she tried,
She would not be a bride
Dressed in white, with her intact virginity.
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!”
Pretty in white
There she lay, wearing nought but a smile,
She beside whom he’d walked down the aisle.
She’d looked pretty in white,
He exclaimed , in delight,
But looked prettier now, by a mile!
Confession
With her sweetest, most charming expression,
She murmured, “I have a confession…
Before we were wed,
I perhaps should have said
That I worked at world’s oldest profession.”