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!
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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!
Yielding not to temptation
Sister Frances just went through the motions,
Still prey, though she prayed, to lewd notions…
If only they knew!
It was all she could do,
Not to touch herself during devotions!
No hard feelings
Though not hot, he was quite a nice bloke,
So she kissed him and gave it a stroke.
He got hard…what the hell!
So she shagged him as well,
Though both knew it was just for a joke.
No pressure
“No big thing,” he said. “No need to stress!
Maybe some other time you’ll say yes.
Jerk me off then, instead,
Or just give me some head.
One way’s good as the next, more or less!”
Kid glove treatment
Now he’s done the right thing and proposed,
He’ll be wanting some sex, she supposed.
Some girls, one understands,
Use their mouth or their hands!
To the latter she’s not so opposed.
The life of the party
“Well,” she said, when her vision had cleared,
“I think this bukkake thing’s weird.
I don’t see the fun…
Are you guys all quite done?
Look at me, sticky, spattered and smeared!”
The dark prince
In her sleep her hand strayed to her crutch;
In her dreams her loins thrilled to the touch
Of a tall handsome prince
And, alas, ever since,
Mortal men have seemed dull, pretty much.