Though her pussy had taken a battering,
Still, at her age, it was flattering;
He, so damn young,
So impressively hung!
And her orgasm! Bloody earth-shattering!
Tag: orgasm
The naive and sentimental lover
There’s this thing about screwing I hate;
When she comes, starts to moan and gyrate,
Getting off on my prick.
I’m like, what’s with this chick?
Be my guest! Come some more, while I wait!
Not faking it
She went pale, cold, body aquiver.
His cock seemed to reach to her liver!
She raved like a loon,
Then fell into a swoon,
Eyes rolled up, as she came like a river!
Ensnared
Whether tricked or seduced or ensnared,
At this point she no longer damn cared…
If he stopped now she’d die …
She came then, with a cry!
And just think… she might well have been spared!
Libidinous angst
She woke up, panting, coming, hot, screaming!
Alone! Had she only been dreaming?
No something more literal!
Visceral! Clitoral!
Living, and being, not seeming!
Striking a match
Was she frigid? Orgasm-impaired?
So her husband said, not that she cared!
She was curious, though;
Gave the neighbour a go.
Her spark flickered, ignited and flared!
Pentathlon
So compliant, responsive and supple!
A pity to have to uncouple!
He’d fucked her five ways;
They lay spent, in a daze,
Post-orgasmic bliss, joint and quintuple!
Toy story
It does take quite remarkable poise,
With one’s cunt full of one of one’s toys,
When one comes in the street,
To pretend it’s the heat,
And not make inappropriate noise.
Raking the coals
He’d just come. She lay damply enfolded,
Her cunt to his cock slickly moulded,
Breasts heaving, lips bruised,
Spent, relieved, but confused;
Love’s flame gone, but the embers still smouldered.
Al fresco 3
Post-orgasmic, legs still open wide,
She laughs. “Look! See! I’ve nothing to hide!
Fucking’s good anywhere,
But it’s best open-air!
From now on I fuck only outside!