She’d gone out to the pub and got plastered;
She woke up, her jeans still half-masted,
Her pussy awash!
“Strange,” she thought, then “Oh gosh!
That cute guy must have fucked me, the bastard!”
Tag: fucked
The goose and the gander
He was not so much pissing as hosing,
His organ distinctly imposing!
She shouldn’t have looked.
God! Her goose would be cooked,
When he fucked her with that! (Just supposing.)
Fisticuffs
Not to be thought a slut, she’d resisted,
Kicked, scratched, screamed and cursed, bucked and twisted;
All part of the game,
She’d been fucked all the same,
The best part, strange to say, being fisted!
Good faith
Being tied up and fucked is her kink,
(Much more common, you know, than you think!)
Though most men go along,
If it goes a bit wrong,
She says, sometimes one needs a stiff drink!
In uncertain light
God! She’d not even thought to enquire,
Half-drunk, by the flickering fire!
Well fucked, but by whom?
She’d been led to assume
By Sir Hugh, (but in fact by his squire!)
Beyond reasonable doubt
If he’d fucked her, that night, as she claimed,
(As he had), could a fellow be blamed?
She’d flashed tit in the bar,
Sucked his cock in the car;
Why was she not called out, named and shamed?
Teleology
What on earth possessed God to construct
Such an orifice, cleverly tucked
Up between a girl’s thighs,
(Think of Adam’s surprise!)
If not, plainly, of course, to be fucked!
Room service
Giggling drunk, just back from the ballet,
She was fucked by the smarmy valet,
And two bell-boys as well,
At the Savoy Hotel,
In a rather unseemly melee.
Gordian knots
To have fucked her like that was damn spiteful.
The being tied up, too, just frightful!
Was she, though, to blame,
Since she had, to her shame,
Found the whole wretched saga delightful?
Not funny anymore
She’s about had enough of this bloke.
For Christ’s sake! It’s beyond a damn joke!
In his dingy old flat,
Fucked in this, fucked in that,
All while trussed like a pig in a poke!