“You will not dare, I hope,” said Lorette,
“To do things that you’d later regret:
Though I wish you no harm,
I shall break your right arm,
If you try to do more than just pet!
Tag: consent
Virgin in name only
Sweating the little stuff
Having scoffed down too much gin and tonic,
She waxed, in a word, histrionic,
And made much ado
About one little screw
That was meant to be simply platonic!
Masque
I would find it a difficult task,
To recall whom I screwed at the masque:
Incognito conditions
Make girls’ inhibitions
So few that one hardly need ask!
Trial by jury
There’s a naughty young lady called Coorey,
Who worked a bloke into a fury:
She said no (wink), (nudge).
Did she mean yes? You judge,
And we twelve next in line will be jury.
French letters
When I asked could Miss Smith take a letter,
She said “If it makes you feel better,
But really, without,
The old dull in-and-out
Is more friendly somehow, and much wetter!”
Put in his place
Said Miss Vanderbilt, “Please, sir, no more!
I insist that you promptly withdraw!
I reserve my vagina
For something much finer
Than what may be done with a whore!”
Wild child
Young and beautiful… almost a child…
Smiling… begs to be used and defiled…
So sweet, innocent, pure…
He asks “Are you sure?”
“Fuck yeah!” she says. “Fuckin’ go wild!”
Sticking it up her
She was stuck up, a bitch, narcissistic,
Inclined to go pretty ballistic…
“I’ll get her in bed…
Fuck her brains out!” he said…
Which the guys thought a tad optimistic.
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.”