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!
Tag: orgasm
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!
There is no God
“Oh god! No!” she exclaimed, feeling cheated;
So near to coming she’d teetered,
But snatched from the brink!
He’d come, started to shrink…
She cursed “Damn you! (expletive deleted.)”
Indiscretion, the better part of valour
Soon the pleasure became so intense,
She gave in and gave up all pretence
Of resistance, and just
Became slave to her lust,
Poised in inter-orgasmic suspense!
The earth moved
Gasping, panting, she struggled to speak;
She convulsed, though exhausted and weak.
As he roared in orgasm,
She arched with his spasm,
And came with an answering shriek!
Her mind elsewhere
As she moaned and her orgasm neared,
She’d later regret it, she feared…
Though being seduced,
Was quite fun, she deduced,
Sex itself was decidedly weird.
Fatal attraction
Though the girl had a cunt like a chasm,
When fucked, and she came to orgasm,
The rash fellow who
Had embarked on a screw
Would be squashed, balls and all, by the spasm.