She’d been horny enough, keen as mustard!
A guy after whom she had lusted
Had seemed worth a go,
But the sweat and smells, though,
And the taste of him left her disgusted.
Tag: fellatio
No pressure
“No big thing,” he said. “No need to stress!
Maybe some other time you’ll say yes.
Jerk me off then, instead,
Or just give me some head.
One way’s good as the next, more or less!”
Signs of the times
Most young women, these days, young men find,
If you buy them a drink, don’t much mind
A hand under their dress,
(Times are changing, I guess),
A blow-job, little things of that kind.
Kid glove treatment
Now he’s done the right thing and proposed,
He’ll be wanting some sex, she supposed.
Some girls, one understands,
Use their mouth or their hands!
To the latter she’s not so opposed.
At arm’s length
Shocked and awed, still she tried to stay calm.
It lay, heftily, there on her palm.
What to do with it now?
Suck it? Fuck it somehow,
Though as long and as thick as her arm?
Post-feminist
Peer pressure informed her the norm
Was to take off her clothes and perform,
To give head jobs to boys,
To compare and swap toys,
Sometimes buzzing still, sticky and warm!
An eminently reasonable man
He said “Darling, I don’t want to quarrel.
I know you think fucking’s immoral.
That’s sad but, of course,
I would never use force.
Could you maybe just do something oral?
Fundamentalism
She insisted she just couldn’t, morally,
Have sex with him, except orally.
Funny, she finally
Liked it vaginally;
Not up the arse still, though, sorrily!
The way to a girl’s heart
Much as girls who are new to the art yearn
For love, soon the ones who are smart learn
That giving good head
May accomplish instead
Little more than a sore throat and heartburn!
A bushel and a peck
So, she gave him a kiss, just a peck.
It was nice, so she thought “What the heck?”
Then he got out his prick,
And she gave it a lick;
It was soon in her, up to her neck!