He’s a very strange fellow indeed.
Said Miss Jones, and her sister agreed,
Never wanting to screw…
All he wanted to do
Was jerk off, while he watched, while they peed.
Tag: fetish
Refined tastes
She writhed, naked, and panted and sweated;
His wants and desires, unfettered,
Played out on her parts.
She succumbed to his arts,
His strange appetites hardly yet whetted!
Cutting edge
A strange fetish, perverse and obscure;
Such pain, the poor girl, to endure!
Those piercings, too!
“Well, it’s something to do,”
She said, “Just till I find something newer.”
Victor’s secret
He had rather a strange predilection;
He owned an extensive collection
Of panties and bras,
From whores, Hollywood stars,
Which he’d fondle, to get an erection.
Weeping and gnashing of teeth
He’d seduce girls, then leave while they slept,
Couldn’t bear to be there when they wept,
For lost love, for divorce,
And their panties, of course…
Which he put in his pocket and kept.