He’s a bastard, she thinks, all weighed up…
Time to ditch the damn prick and trade up,
Not for some other bloke…
Fucking men are a joke…
Her best lovers, in fact, are made up.
Tag: masturbation
Vanilla
Ultimatum, a line in the sand…
She said “Fucking you’s terribly bland,
Nothing kinky, no force…
Let’s just bloody divorce…
I’d much rather just get off by hand!”
The squeeze
All her patting and rubbing and squeezing,
Of course, was remarkably pleasing…
She might want to fuck…
At least give it a suck…
But alas, the damn bitch was just teasing!
The girl of his dreams
She’s too young he knows… What does that matter?
He wants her, he longs to get at her….
She lives right next door..
He could fuck her… and more…
And he cums… sees her face in the splatter.
Exponential growth
He had quite a nice penis, potentially…
Rubbing, it grew exponentially!
Mmm… yes indeed…
All a woman could need!
“So, let’s see how it fits,” she said, wenchily!
Hanging in there
When a fellow is not so well-hung,
He has still toes and fingers and tongue,
And with these and some spit,
Anywhere that they fit,
Sighs and moans from her soon will be wrung!
Relish
In a downtown cafe, dimly lit,
Sat a customer, tickling her clit.
When observed at her labour,
She jerked off her neighbour,
With gusto, with relish and spit!
Bring back fly buttons
Miss La Touche, that most infamous stripper
Had stripped to the buff, bar one slipper,
When, out of the gloom,
Screamed a fellow of whom
Certain parts had got caught in his zipper!
Inept
If, persisting, you only produce,
Cries of “Sir, you’re a pain, and obtuse!”
Then you’d better accept
That you’re less than adept,
And make do with the old self-abuse.
Ways and means
Kitchen gadgets, coke cans, odds and ends,
School friends’ brothers, just casual friends…
She gets off on most days,
In her various ways,
This or that… it all kinda depends.