It had not looked that big in the shop…
Ready… Try it again, from the top…
Got the knob in…OK…
A bit more… All the way!
Harder! Faster! Oh fuck! Yeah! Don’t stop!
Tag: dildo
Bottoms up!
God, I’m horny! she thought. What’s to fuck?
Not the pineapple… ouch! Might get stuck!
The zucchini? Too tame.
The cucumber? Same, same.
The champagne bottle! Fat end. Here’s luck!
The wrong end of the stick
Skirt hiked up, sprawled face down on a keg,
The poor wench, thought “Too late to renege!”
She’d been happy to root
Long John Silver, the brute,
Only not with his fuckin’ peg leg!
DIY
Though a real cock sometimes entices,
A carrot or eggplant suffices,
A bottle works fine,
(After drinking the wine),
If she’s left to her own strange devices.
Test pilot
Once astride this machine he’d devised,
She was pleasantly, frankly, surprised,
Well, once over the shock,
That its piston-cranked cock
Felt so good, though prodigiously sized!
Left to her own devices
“That’s a rather alarming device”,
She exclaimed. “Could you be more precise,
As to just where it goes?
Oh! In there! Heaven knows …
From it’s shape, it might even be nice!
Believe it or not!
Quite amazing, how deep and how wide
Was her pussy, she’d found, when she’d tried
Things to see if they’d fit,
Strange things too, she’d admit
To her friends, with a curious pride!
Performance review
Hand down panties, massaging her clit.
She wants something inside! What would fit?
The drink bottle? Her brush?
Why the sudden strange hush?
Her boss standing behind her! Oh shit!
An acquired taste
Naked, tied up and rather perplexed;
Dildos, vibrators, what ever next?
Quite a turn-on, in fact,
One’s bare arse being smacked.
She might come back for more, she suspects.
Mister Perfect
So, my ideal lover, she said,
Fucks me good, doesn’t mess with my head;
No damn lies, bullshit, flattery,
Comes with a battery,
Always there, under my bed.