She’s not tight, even overly thrifty,
But gosh! Her new vibrator’s nifty!
Nice size, lots of speeds;
All that any girl needs,
When she’s horny. And change from a fifty!
Tag: horny
Pussy cat
Tanned and taut, tresses tangled and tawny,
A lioness? Tiger? Too corny!
A pussy cat, then?
Or perhaps, to most men,
Just plain pussy, wet, willing and horny!
What?
“Look”, she said. “It was wrong, but so what?
I was drunk. I was horny, why not?
He’s your best mate, I know,
And I should have said no…
At the time though, I sort of forgot!”
Screen test
So damn horny, her thinking disordered,
Although the whole thing was quite sordid,
She just didn’t care
Who put what, when or where,
Even if it was being recorded!
Life is uncertain
Oh my God! I should never drink whisky!
It makes me so horny and frisky!
She thought, the next day,
But, be that as it may,
What a bore, were life not a bit risky!
Tedium
Bored and horny, she lounged about idly,
Blouse gaping, her thighs parted widely;
He looked up, a glance.
“Better put on some pants,
Or your cunt might catch cold,” he said snidely.
Being fruitful and multiplying
Being pregnant, she soon lost her figure,
But still, as her belly got bigger,
Her tits did as well,
She was horny as hell,
And still fucked with commendable vigour!
All foreplay
She got naked, got down on all fours.
“Why you doin’ that girl?” “Just because …
Shit! I’m horny as hell!
And just so you can tell…
Anytime, any which way, I’m yours!”
Rush hour
For some reason she couldn’t explain,
She was horny. Resistance was vain!
She’d come twice with her hand …
Would that man understand,
And just root her, right there on the train?
Rubbing it makes it worse
What to make of this intimate itch?
She rubbed idly, not wearing a stitch…
Not unpleasant, she thought…
Was it something she’d caught?
Or just horniness? Goodness knows which!