Her smock slashed by the dirk of the laird,
Naked, flushed, she defiantly stared;
For the pride of her clan,
She would best any man,
In a fight or a fuck, if he dared!
Tag: flushed
Everything but the lolly
She’d accepted a ride, which was folly;
He took out his prick. She said “Golly!”
The deed was soon done.
He said “Wasn’t that fun?”
Flushed and giggling, she said “Gosh, yes! Jolly!”
Scarlet
She flushed scarlet, her gaze was averted;
“I like being arse-fucked,” she blurted!
“So, if you don’t mind,
Saddle up from behind,
Though I know that it’s kind of perverted!”
White knuckles
She moaned, clutching the bed-rail tighter,
Flushed scarlet, her knuckles still whiter,
Delirious, fraught.
“Please don’t stop now!” she thought.
“Oh my God! Could the fit have been tighter?”
Weak with want
Flushed and panting, she begged “Put it there!”
He, confused, whispered urgently “Where?”
Weak with want, where she lay,
She had just strength to say,
“I don’t care… anywhere that there’s hair!”
Tall story
On her flushed face a grimace was etched,
As her pussy was pushed, pulled and stretched.
Though it hurt her like hell,
She could not wait to tell
Her best girlfriend (who’d think it far-fetched.)
Prenuptial
Giving in to her earnest betrothed,
She lay down with him, flushed and unclothed,
But his fevered caress,
And the sweat and the mess,
Made her think sex a thing to be loathed.