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?
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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!
Rubbity-dub
A nice girl he’d just met at the pub,
In the midst of the rowdy hubbub,
Slyly unzipped his fly,
Looked him straight in the eye,
And quite publicly gave him a rub!
Moral victory
She said, pouting, “You’re such a big bully!”
And stroked her groin, dark, strange and wooly.
“Alright! I give in!
You can have me! You win!”
As she opened herself to him fully.
Self-abuse
Masturbation does nobody harm,
Though it’s looked on by some with alarm;
It won’t make you go blind,
Make you feeble of mind,
And it doesn’t grow hair on your palm!
Industrialisation
A girl might, for the lack of a boy,
Use a humming, banana-shaped toy;
A fantastic appliance,
A marvel of science
All women can own and enjoy!
Still life
She got off, as a rule, on her own,
With her dildo, a bottle, a bone,
Or her finger, a shoe,
A zucchini would do,
A brush handle, a door-knob, her phone.