She was stuck up, a bitch, narcissistic,
Inclined to go pretty ballistic…
“I’ll get her in bed…
Fuck her brains out!” he said…
Which the guys thought a tad optimistic.
Tag: frigid
Stress head
Sex, she found, caused her much too much stress…
Should she wear that too tight, low-cut dress?
She liked kissing, like… yeah,
But it never stopped there…
Sucking, fucking… the whole sticky mess!
The price
Since his wife put out seldom and meagrely,
Never a smile, never eagerly,
Basil’s eye strayed…
Might his niece, if he paid,
Let him fuck her, albeit illegally
The silence
Squeezed her tit, rubbed her clit… no effect.
At least none he could bloody detect,
So he stuck in his cock…
No excitement, no shock…
Still, she seemed, at least, not to object.
Ice melting
She was frigid, but once, if ignored,
She’d been fingered and licked some, she thawed,
To become quite the slut…
Well, not utterly, but…
Very fucking unladylike! Lord!
Sex education for Catholics
Then her mother said “Mind my words, Brigid.
Men’s pricks are always halfway rigid.
Don’t go tempting fate;
Once it’s done, it’s too late!
Keep your panties on, act like you’re frigid.”
Striking a match
Was she frigid? Orgasm-impaired?
So her husband said, not that she cared!
She was curious, though;
Gave the neighbour a go.
Her spark flickered, ignited and flared!