She got off, as a rule, on her own,
With her dildo, a bottle, a bone,
Or her finger, a shoe,
A zucchini would do,
A brush handle, a door-knob, her phone.
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Control freak
When she fucked, she liked being on top,
From the word go, until she said stop:
Her cunt clenched like a fist,
She’d hump, gyrate and twist,
Till she’d drained his last pearly white drop!
Highland fling
The lass spoke with a charming Scotch lilt;
She was young, and attractively built,
So he turned on the charm,
And he gave her a drachm,
In the hope he’d get into her kilt!
Catholic guilt
Between pangs of regret, and of guilt
On each stroke he plunged in to the hilt.
It was wrong, but felt right,
And so warm and so tight,
As he flooded her womb with his milt.
The secret
Her breasts hurt and continued to grow,
And her belly was starting to show.
If she wore baggy shirts,
And loose dresses and skirts,
Would her teacher or Mum or Dad know?
How far?
When they kissed, she felt funny, below;
She considered how far she should go.
Maybe squeezing her breast
Might be okay, she guessed;
Should she fondle or suck his cock, though?
Her pride and joy
A young girl’s pride and joy is her muff;
Long and curly, or bristle, or fluff,
Trimmed to heart-shape or maybe
Shaved smooth as a baby,
With tattoos too, often enough!
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Tough love
She was randy, perverted and tough:
She liked sex to be painful and rough.
Bondage, torture, the works,
Were, to her, mere quirks,
Just so long as they stopped short of snuff!
The big oh
As he entered her, she exclaimed “Oh!”
It felt strange, as it went to and fro,
Then decidedly good,
So she thought that she should
Just relax more, and go with the flow.
God bless her
Called to bless her, the scurrilous priest
Eyed the pretty girl, not long deceased.
He would later confess
He looked under her dress,
And caressed her cold nipples, the beast!