“You’ll be wanting to fuck me, I guess,”
She said. Winked. “Let me slip off my dress…
Maybe bugger me too?
Can I go to the loo?
Look… whatever! The answer is yes!”
Tag: bugger
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!”
Passing thoughts
With his shirt and his tie and one boot on,
He mounted her there, on her futon,
(A Japanese bed,
Very trendy, he’d read,
But they’re hard, and a bugger to root on!)
Rearguard
It seemed nasty, and mean and unjust;
She was scared, shocked and filled with disgust!
After quite a nice screw,
Must he bugger her too?
Must he…? Ouch! God! It seemed that he must!