At the sight of his cock she recoiled…
His pride and joy, glistening, oiled!
She ran from the room…
He was thrown into gloom,
All his plans for the evening spoiled!
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Idiosyncrasy
The poor woman, a slave to her id,
Kept the worst of her excesses hid…
God! If people but knew
The strange things that she’d screw…
Dogs and such… even once a live squid!
Beneath her
Just a yokel, big, rude and unkempt,
Altogether beneath her contempt…
Though he had a nice smile,
Be he ever so vile…
And the bulge in his trousers did tempt!
Needs must
The crown prince, being not yet enthroned,
Could of course, still, not be just disowned…
That he rooted with whores
Tolerated because
It must be, though of course not condoned.
Extremity
As fucks go, it was rather extreme…
So much so that she let out a scream!
Had he come yet, or what?
No, apparently not…
He just seemed to have run out of steam.
A big night
Sick, hungover, a bit muddle-headed…
She’d gone out, got drunk and been bedded…
She’d got home somehow…
When she pissed, she yelped “Ow!”
Yep, her pussy was pretty much shredded!
Ensnared
Wooed or groomed, or intrigued, or ensnared….
She now found herself naked and scared,
On her back, on his bed…
God! She’d rather be dead…
Okay… maybe not dead, she despaired.
Captured
The young amazon, powerful, lithe,
Could do nothing but grimace and writhe…
Naked, spreadeagled, bound
To the stakes in the ground…
His cock cut through her cunt like a scythe!
Marathon
“Fucking hell!” she cried. “Give me a break!
I’m worn out! my cunt hurts and I ache!
It’s been… what… like an hour?
Let’s go take a shower…
Fuck later some more, for god’s sake!”
The stitch-up
She woke up naked, cold, on a slab,
In that strange Doctor Frankenstein’s lab,
Frightened out of her wits…
Someone else’s big tits…
How she wished she’d gone home in a cab!