When Miss Quigley develops a niggle,
It causes her bottom to wriggle:
This curious motion,
Assisted by lotion,
Soon brings on an orgasmic giggle!
Tag: orgasm
Let joy not be unconfined
Lady Lester protects her good name,
And is safe from all scandal and shame:
She takes care not to shout,
Lest the word get about
That while fucking the vicar, she came!
A flea in her rear
In a spot where nobody could see
Lurked a blissfully fortunate flea.
He caused moans of delight,
In her bed, in the night:
Were but such happy sounds caused by me!
A musical interlude
Only give a rich girl a free hand,
And your fuck will be splendid and grand:
She’ll arrange, when she comes,
For the beating of drums,
Trumpet fanfare, or whole damned brass band!
Wearable tech
A small vibrating egg, so discreet…
In her cunt, as she walked down the street…
Porn tech, clever and wearable…
Pleasure unbearable!
Hard just to stay on her feet!
On the upside
“So… the fuck… Was it worth all the fuss?
Like It’s just you and me babe, just us,”
She said. “So fucking what?
If we want to, why not?
And I came twice… a definite plus!”
The melting of the ice
Even nude she was rather aloof…
“Not so fast!” came her frosty reproof.
He kept on, all the same,
And he’d swear that she came…
Maybe twice… though of course he’d no proof.
Compelled
So, despite her initial revulsion,
Consumed by a reckless compulsion,
She fucked him, and came,
Never knowing his name,
Or more like, had a fucking convulsion!
Swoon
Pleasure greater for being postponed,
Nice, she thought, to be properly boned,
As her fucked her again…
God! A man among men!
As she came, swooned and, coming to, moaned.
Conversion
Oh my God! she thought, rather amazed,
Post-orgasmic, still shuddering, dazed.
Having waited so long,
Though she knew she’d done wrong,
For the great gift of sex, God be praised!