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!
Tag: female masturbation
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.
At a loose end
Young and horny, in need of a root…
And no bloke… Carrot? Some kind of fruit?
Bottle? Bat? Teapot? What?
Her dog, Brutus? Mmmm… not.
Fingers? Fist? Or the toe of a boot!
Black hole
She’ll fuck anything… like, say, this bottle,
She says… Her car stick-shift… Full throttle!
She grins, takes a swig…
Sticks and stones… not too big!
Tins of cat food… her pet axolotl!
The help
Naked, out in the sun, reading, basking,
One hand on her cunt, multi-tasking…
The young pool-boy (Sam?)
Offered “Help you there, ma’am?”
“No,” she murmured. “But thank you for asking.”