He exuded a strong, manly pong,
Had a cock though, like bloody King Kong!
Though he’d hurt her, no doubt,
Turn her cunt inside out,
What the fuck! she thought. Off with the thong!
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Acerbity
Though Miss Johnson was normally placid,
Disgruntled, her tone became acid.
“Damn wimp!” she exclaimed.
A man should be ashamed,
Being sucked off, and still fucking flaccid!”
Soumise
Safe word “apple”. The only red light
That he not leave her scarred, (though he might!)
She’s not chickened out yet,
But she will, though, he’ll bet,
By the end of a long, painful night!
Communing with nature
A nice picnic, a jolly fine outing…
A fuck in the sunshine, her shouting
“Fuck! Fuck!” And his name…
How she screamed when she came!
And her sweet cunt, deliciously pouting.
Afterthoughts
He pulled out of her, started to shrivel.
She thought it would only be civil
To thank her, at least,
(Bloody ungrateful beast),
Say he loved her, and all of that drivel!
Object of desire
Softly rounded, delightfully curved,
Unaware she was being observed,
Not quite all-over tanned…
The boy came in his hand…
Which was more than the bastard deserved!
Role model
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!”
Impersonal
Blindfold, gag, tethered ankle and wrist,
Fucked with dildos, his cock and his fist,
Never knowing his name,
As she whimpered and came,
Never spoken to softly or kissed.
Sloven
“Think I care what I look like?” she shrugs,
Tee-shirt hugging her big droopy dugs,
Yoga pants up her snatch,
As she gives it a scratch,
Slouching round in her greasy old Uggs.
Pause for thought
Pussy gaping, bedraggled, cum-spattered,
Her underwear torn off and tattered,
She lay there and mused…
Had she just been abused?
And if so, in the end, if it mattered.