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.
Tag: female masturbation
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.
Buffin the muffin
So there’s me, she said, buffin the muffin,
Just comin like, huffin and puffin…
When in walks me Mum!
Fuckin smacks me damn bum!
An I’m like What the fuck? Thanks fer nuffin!
Le petit mort
She was stroking her pussy while driving
And coming, more so than arriving…
The seat leather wet…
Come again? Yep! You bet!
Take the odds… rather long… on surviving.
Blanket stitch
Caught red-handed, she had to own up…
“”You can save that for when you’re grown up!”
Said her mother, harsh, blunt.
“Keep your hands off your cunt,
If you don’t want to have it sewn up!”
Ennui
She surfs porn. She knows all the damn tricks…
If she ever gets hold of boys pricks…
Not fifteen, young and restless,
Annoyingly breastless,
Just fingers and toys for her kicks.
Daydream
As she fingered herself on the can,
She imagined her hand was a man…
She came hard, with a sob,
And went back to her job…
“Go get drunk… fuck some guy… that’s a plan!”
Hand solo
He came in, hot and rank, after polo.
His balls, like an Argentine bolo,
Bounced round on his thighs…
With that look in his eyes…
But she said “No. I’d rather go solo.”
Share and share alike
She could get off OK on her own,
But she would have preferred, had she known,
There were out there, to share,
Lots of cocks going spare,
She could have, if she wanted, on loan.