In a hot, foetid corner of Hell,
She crouched, thinking “What’s worst? The damn smell?
Being buggered and raped,
By things monstrously shaped?
Or no drugs and no booze? Hard to tell.”
Tag: buggered
Bitter and twisted
“I don’t want to sound bitter and twisted,”
She said. “I’ve been fucked, I’ve been fisted,
Deep throated and buggered…
It’s been kind of rugged…
What’s left? Anything I’ve not listed?”
Encore une fois
“Oh! My goodness!” she gasped, blushing sweetly.
“Your cock fitted in me so neatly!
I’m tired and sore…
But let’s do it once more…
I’m still not… you know… buggered completely!”
When in Rome, do as the Romans do
Though her young heart would always be Zion’s,
A slave now, in Rome, clapped in irons,
Raped! Buggered, what’s more!
Might as well be a whore,
She despaired, as be fed to the lions!
Demerit points
Handsome rogue, with his bloody Mercedes,
His charm and his way with the ladies,
His ludicrous mirth!
Root whomever on Earth,
He’d be buggered, not least, down in Hades!
Sustainability
She’d been deep-throated, fucked of course, buggered;
God help her! The man was no sluggard!
And still going strong!
How much more, and how long?
As fucks go, this would rate as damn rugged!
She didn’t see it coming
She was young, reckless, sexy and cheeky,
The chap was decidedly freaky.
Blindfolded, hog-tied,
All good fun, but he’d lied,
And he buggered her too; a bit sneaky!
Put it down to experience
“It’s your first time”, he said, “I’ll be gentle,
I won’t get too experimental.”
But what could she do,
When he buggered her too,
Saying “Whoops! That was quite accidental” ?