In a languorous mood, a young girlie
Untangled her pubic hair curly,
With one hand caressed
One delightul round breast,
With the other, her clitoris pearly!
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Relish
In a downtown cafe, dimly lit,
Sat a customer, tickling her clit.
When observed at her labour,
She jerked off her neighbour,
With gusto, with relish and spit!
Well groomed
Upon seeing the mistress at table,
One wouldn’t imagine her able
Of fucking the groom,
Or that thing with his broom,
In the straw, on the floor of the stable!
Memsahib
In the days of colonial splendour,
The night breeze blew perfumed and tender,
And many a night
It was memsahib’s delight
To sip gin, while she stroked her pudenda.
The Raj
In the days when Brittania was grander,
A girl could laze on her verandah,
And tickle her twat
When the weather was hot,
While a muscular black fellow fanned her.
Self satisfaction
When folks asked her if she had a boy,
She would blush, and come over all coy…
Just look down, shake her head…
Shyly leaving unsaid
She preferred her big, black fucking toy!
Flicking the bean
Watching porn after school on her phone,
In her single bed, horny, alone…
Naked, flicking the bean…
Some girl’s cunt on the screen…
Pretty soon she’ll come into her own.
If only
Poor girl, hands always clutching her crutch,
Sticking things in it, bottles and such…
A big cock best… if only!
Bored, sluttish and lonely,
Her fingers did help, but not much.
On edge
She was out shopping, horny and edgy…
Her tight thong a maddening wedgie
Beneath her short frock…
God! She needed some cock!
A juice bottle? Some suitable vegie?
Not a nursery rhyme
The grass tickling her pussy, Miss Muffet
Sat panting, astride a small tuffet,
Her fingers inside her,
Cunt lips gaping wider…
For want of a man who might stuff it.