Tied spread-eagle, by ankle and wrist,
She can’t do much but buck, writhe and twist.
He pulls out, changes hole…
Shocked, she slips out of rôle,
And she smiles and says “If you insist!”
Tag: hole
Life in the fast lane
“Being popular takes its damn toll,
Being rooted in this and that hole,
By pricks long, short, thick, thin!”
She exclaimed with a grin.
“But it beats being bored,” she said. “LOL!”
Bummer
She woke up the next morning and moaned,
“Oh my God” she thought. “Boy, was I stoned!”
Things got out of control…
She’d yelled “Hey man! Wrong hole!”
But by then, she’d already been boned.
Spinner
When he whipped out his cock, she thought “Golly!
So big!” But resistance was folly;
Picked up like a doll,
Screwed in this and that hole!
And how was it? Oh, jolly. Just jolly.
A plea from the heart
She sighed, “Darling, I hope you don’t mind…
But I’m pretty much certain you’ll find
That the front hole is better,
More slippery, wetter,
More overall purpose-designed!
Double feature
“God,” he said. “ I just love fucking twins;
The same woman in two matching skins!
A man’s hard put to know
In which hole he should go,
Where one ends, and the other begins!
Bending to his will
Vile deception, with wicked intent!
She’d agreed, (but her words had been bent),
To his putting it in,
Quite enthused, to begin,
Although not in the hole where it went!
The silent majority
Most young women, in magazine polls,
Play submissive, non-dominant roles,
Leaving up to their men
All the how, where and when,
And with what, and with whom, and which holes.
Going with the flow
No great problem, her mind wasn’t closed;
She in principle wasn’t opposed:
Whether this hole or that…
They could just have a chat.
Or perhaps toss a coin, she supposed.
The gambler’s girl
Disinherited, fallen from grace;
Did she care, in his hungry embrace?
Though he gambled and drank,
All she craved, to be frank,
In her hole… well it wasn’t his ace!