Young Miss Muffet sat stroking her tuffet;
She found if she rubbed it enough it
Felt like a big spider
Had crawled up inside her.
Quite nice… fucking great! Oh fuck! Stuff it!
Tag: masturbation
That’s life
Normal sex play, of course, she enjoys,
With her fingers, or close friends or toys.
Though at times she’s annoyed,
Fucking’s hard to avoid…
She’s a girl, and well…boys will be boys.
The money where her mouth is
As she rubbed, he got harder and bigger.
Encouraged, she rubbed with more vigour,
With plenty of spit,
Sucked and nibbled a bit,
Till he groaned… Splatter! Gag! Well go figure!
The gamut
First she satisfied him by hand, orally,
(Somehow, that seemed better, morally);
Strangely, quite zanily,
Then also anally,
Finally also vaginally, sorrily.*
* Imperfect rhythm in the last line, I know, but irresistible.
The laying on of hands
Is it sinful? she wondered, undressing,
This touching myself, or a blessing?
If sinning I am,
Then I don’t give a damn,
And won’t trouble the priest by confessing!
But wear a helmet
Underneath her skirt naked, wet, slick…
She bent down, gave the leather a lick…
Sat astride the hard saddle…
Slip-sliding astraddle…
Rode off… pedal, whir, giggle, click!
Toy boy
When she plays with herself, as one does,
One hand cupped on her soft, springy fuzz,
In the other, her toy,
She imagines a boy…
Fingers fluttering, pussy abuzz!
Hope springs eternal
He was hard in her hand, so hope glimmered;
So horny, it seemed, but so timid!
While she, hot to trot …,
Would he fuck her or not?
Having come to the boil, she simmered!
Professional ethics
One’s relationship with one’s masseuse,
Though professional, quite often blurs:
Her soft hands on one’s skin,
Little towels so thin;
Fingers brush on one’s cock… “Mmmm!” she purrs!
Full-filling
She reached back and jiggled her hand, which,
Of course, caused his cock to expand, which
He rubbed on her bum
And, in front, soon to come
His friend’s cock; she the meat in their sandwich!