She would, later on, frequently wonder where
Things went wrong. Touching him, under there!
Something came over her…
There in the clover… her
Tits… face… hands… belly and underwear!
Tag: masturbation
Narcissa
She admired her naked reflection,
Front, back, side-on, bloody perfection!
Too damn good for him,
She thought, choosing a slim
Silver vibrator from her collection.
Fair call
“You’re a damned slut!” her husband said snidely.
“Well, yes, I do spread myself widely”,
She said, with a smile.
“It’s more fun, by a mile,
Than to sit round and scratch my cunt idly!”
Stage door Johnny
Dearest Father, young Algernon wrote.
Met a charming soprano of note.
I dined with her last night;
What an utter delight!
Such soft hands, such a slender, deep throat!
Little Miss Muffet
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!
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!