Call me cynical, harsh, doubting Thomas,
But girls tend to keep themselves from us;
They flirt and they tease,
Even give it a squeeze,
Then cop out, with a lick and a promise!
Tag: masturbation
Fallen woman
She allowed him a squeeze and a grope,
And set foot on the slippery slope.
Soon she fondled him too;
He grew hard, as men do,
She undressed, then, to give him more scope.
Coming clean
Her cunt frothing with soap or shampoo,
Fingers flying, she comes! I am too!
Did she know I could see?
Did it it have to be me?
Did she not even give a damn who?
Rubbed out
She found out, still a child, in the tub,
That her clitoris felt nice to rub,
Which she did all her life,
Mistress, mother and wife;
Now it’s pretty much worn to a stub.
Unlucky in love
She thought sex, overall, over-rated;
A fuck and love never equated.
Her first was the worst…
Deep inside her she nursed
Her misgivings, and just masturbated.
At her majesty's pleasure
Big black dildo or pink? Which to choose?
She had only herself to amuse.
The blue vibrating one?
Or all three might be fun.
Fuck ’em all! What’s a girl got to lose?
Cleave to each other
With a firm grip, she feels its heft;
Two good handfuls, and plenty more left!
Then she draws what she holds
Through the velvety folds
Of her yearningly yawning pink cleft.
Get thee to a nunnery
Convent life’s mostly dull and reclusive;
Small pleasures are few, and elusive.
Alone in her cell,
A young nun might as well
Please herself, to which boredom’s conducive.
Self-discovery
She explored her moist pink indentation,
And found she enjoyed the sensation
Of something inside her.
She spread herself wider;
This marvellous thing, masturbation!
No inkling
The poor innocent girl had no inkling
The thing in her hand, fast unwrinkling,
Would start, soon enough,
To spurt out the white stuff,
On her face and her bosom now sprinkling!