He could study her cunt by the hour…
A beautiful, delicate flower…
Inside, coral pink,
Pubic hair soft as mink…
It holds over him mystical power!
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What next?
“I do hold you, love, in my affections,”
She said. “You get lovely erections…
But what do you do?
You have not a damn clue!
Must I write you some bloody directions?”
Inverted snobbery
“So… I’m hanging upside fucking down,
While he fucks me,” she thinks, with a frown…
“Taking videos too…
To show goodness knows who…
I’ll no doubt be the talk of the town!”
Words fail her
She found sex just a trifle absurd…
Laughed a lot, if and when it occurred…
The conceit of the young!
And that thing with his tongue…
Cunni-something… My God, what’s the word?
That’s a definite maybe
“Anal, darling? No thanks. Not my style.
Strictly pussy!” she said, with a smile.
“Up the arse is for whores…”
A sly grin. Pregnant pause…
“Okay, maybe… Just once in a while.”
Wearable tech
A small vibrating egg, so discreet…
In her cunt, as she walked down the street…
Porn tech, clever and wearable…
Pleasure unbearable!
Hard just to stay on her feet!
Fame
Just her own fifteen minutes of fame…
Just so people remember her name…
It required some luck…
But a judicious fuck,
Now and then was all part of the game.
Oh dear
“The new house… I’ve been thinking, my dear.
This bondage thing’s quite fun, I hear…
Those architect chaps…
A small dungeon perhaps?
You’d look smashing in latex!” (Sly leer.)
Swell
Those new seam-down-her-crack sheer tights…
Does a girl not know what she invites?
And the plump, cloven swell
Of her pussy as well…
Such rich promise of carnal delights!
Red flags aflutter
Oh God! Wonders, it seems, never cease!
His outrageously sexy young niece,
Half nude, fresh out of bed,
Has just twerked him and said
“Like my ass? Wanna tear off a piece?”