“Come sit down, warm yourself by the fire…
I don’t bite,” he said, the damn liar,
His hand on her thigh,
As she started to cry,
As his fingers crept higher and higher.
Tag: groping
Hands on
He reached out, had a tentative dab at it,
Than made a ham-handed grab at it…
Small moans and sighs,
As she parted her thighs…
So he thought, might as well have a stab at it!
Beyond the pale
What he’d done had of course been quite shocking,
His words lewd and cruel and mocking…
“Your cunt’s nice and wet,”
He said. “Tight too, I bet…”
As his hand slithered over her stocking.
Fond hope
As he squeezes and fumbles and gropes,
He’ll give up and stop trying, she hopes…
If he does get her nude,
And she finds herself screwed,
Well, she’ll just have to see how she copes.
Jack Horner
“Bloody Little Jack Horner… the scum!”
She cried. “Groping my tits, n my bum!
Fuckin good boy! My eye!
I ain’t no Christmas pie…
And what went up my cunt weren’t his thumb!
The slippery slope
Sixteen, making out, slippery-sloping,
Tongue kissing, cock-gripping, groping…
It seems like he might
Try to fuck her tonight,
She thinks, rubbing him, wishing and hoping!
The price of liberties
His insistence, the liberties taken,
Had left her hurt, outraged and shaken!
He’d seemed a nice chap…
But he’d earned a good slap!
Oh well… Fuck! She’d been sadly mistaken
Defeated
His insistent demands grew so heated,
His groping so often repeated,
His hands up her dress,
On her tits! Her distress
So great…”God! Go on! Fuck me!” she bleated.
Pulse
His hand groping her pussy, pulse quickening,
Hers on his cock, quickly thickening,
Hard to decide,
As he pushed it inside;
Was it scary, exciting or sickening?
Class distinction
Though she thought she looked terribly chic,
He reached down, gave her nipple a tweak,
Began groping her arse!
God! The man so lacked class!
Casting pearls before swine, so to speak.