Daddy tucked her in, kissed her goodnight…
Almost sixteen… somehow not quite right…
He’d just die if he knew
The rude things that she’d do
To herself when he turned out the light!
Tag: female masturbation
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.
Going solo
Strung along for six years by Ralph,
Betty thought, fuck him! Left on the shelf!
Well, the bastard, all said,
Was dead hopeless in bed…
She’d keep on getting off by herself!
Tiptoe through the two lips
Finger painting, or flicking the bean,
Muffin buffin’, you know what I mean?
You can frap, you can shlick,
What a shame you can’t lick!
So deliciously lewd and unclean!
Making do
Randy, reckless, what might do the job?
She thought. Cucumber? Corn on the cob?
Carrot? Candle? Shampoo?
A wine bottle? Her shoe?
Wait! That’s it! The stair banister knob!