Sobbed the maid,”I’ve been diddled and pawed!
My poor teats have been nibbled and gnawed!
Lord Hugh never behaved
So uncouth and depraved:
I suspect that you, sir, are a fraud!
Tag: groped
Nasty, brutish and short
The man’s lust was wild, brutish, unfettered…
Poor girl, she’d been groped, mauled, hard petted,
But strangely enough,
Although needlessly rough,
Soon her pussy was thoroughly wetted.
Ribbit
She’d been grabbed and groped, prodded and poked,
Had his cock down her throat till she choked,
Fucked and fisted, of course…
Bruised and battered, and hoarse,
“Well, that just leaves my arsehole!” she croaked.
A certain inevitability
He’d be rooting her shortly , she sensed,
And she involuntarily tensed,
As he groped her down there…
It just seemed so unfair!
If he’d asked… but with which he’d dispensed.
Crossing the line
Around fourteen her womanhood loomed…
Hips and breasts swelled. More knowing. She bloomed.
Stupid boys in her class
Squeezed her tits, groped her arse,
To much more of which shit she was doomed.
To market, to market
Naked, chained, prodded, things looking dire,
Indecently groped by each buyer…
The slave-dealer’s voice …
She had damn little choice
Except squeal and squirm and perspire!
Dashed hopes
The poor girl sat at home and just moped.
She’d been kissed, promised things, squeezed and groped;
She’d have rooted him too,
If he’d asked. All too true!
How she wished that she had, then eloped!
Cause and effect
There are possible causative links
Between how much a young woman drinks
And if, how, where and when
She’ll have sex with strange men.
And, when groped, if she just smiles and winks.
A bird in the hand
She was pretty, nice tits, but a floozie,
Had too much to drink, she felt woozy.
He groped her; she laughed!
Well a bloke would be daft
Not to root her! One shouldn’t be choosy.
The upper hand
When he groped at her tits, she got cross,
And thought “Fuck it! I’ll show him who’s boss!”
So she did a slow strip;
First he started to drip,
Then he came, and she thought “Well, small loss!”