Love and romance? Just drôle, silly fiction!
Contrary to such dull depiction,
Men fancy big tits,
And a pussy that fits
Slick as silk, and with just enough friction!
Tag: love
Love possibly
Gobs of cum in her hair, on her dress.
Daddy sitting up waiting, she’d guess…
The damn strap in his hand!
Would her folks understand?
It was love! Or quite like. More or less.
The missing spark
“Is it just simple boredom?” she queries.
In love for a month, then he wearies?
Unfaithful, God knows!
Still, at least, I suppose,
Not in parallel, only in series.”
Forsaken
The poor girl, the next morn, to awaken,
Bruised, sullied, and sadly forsaken!
She’d done it for love,
But, gosh! Heavens above!
It would seem she was rather mistaken!
Is this love?
Modern Miss Quiz
Is This Really Love?
[ ] Love and sex: pretty much hand in glove?
[ ] Gave him head your first date?
[ ] Anal sex? Yes! Can’t wait!
[ ] Bondage? Whips? Fuck, yes! All the above!
The gift-horse’s mouth
“I’ve had lovers,” she said. “Quite a few!
Though my great love’s been long overdue,
Now I’ve found my soul-mate,
(And the sex is just great),
But, oh God! Did it have to be you?”
Putting her money where her mouth is
Did he need to be bloody invited?
Blow job? She’d have been damn delighted!
But no. Stand in line.
Just a fuck would be fine,
If her love must remain unrequited.
Mercenary
He’d come home most nights already plastered,
And fuck her for hours, the bastard!
He’d loved her, no doubt,
Then the money ran out.
“Well,” she thought, ” it was fun while it lasted!”
The wilful suspension of disbelief
Yes, he loved her, he said. Pleasant fiction!
Wet finger on clit, such sweet friction!
It flustered her so
That she kept saying no,
But with rather more hope than conviction!
The best things in life are free
Growing up; such a giddy ascent!
Adolescent girls, keen to assent
To a casual root;
Young ripe bodies, so cute,
All for love, fucking free, not a cent!