Though, of course, some may think it extreme,
(The cane strikes; a nice guttural scream!)
She’s so very well paid,
Welts and bruises soon fade,
And it helps him to let off some steam.
Tag: prostitution
Suspended animation
A young lady he’d lately befriended,
Trussed, naked, now dangled, suspended,
Pink holes on display;
He could do what he may,
And pay later for services rendered.
Working girl
“It’s a job,” she opined, with a shrug.
His cock lay in her hand like a slug,
Pink and damp, a blind worm,
She could feel it squirm,
As she squeezed it and gave it a tug.
Getting off, getting on
Getting older, good roots ever fewer,
Loose women more hard to procure,
For kinkier thrills,
Not to waste the blue pills,
He booked two girls most nights, to be sure!
A woman of independent means
Though seduced and abandoned, betrayed,
She refused to become an old maid;
So, despite her bad luck
Since she still liked to fuck,
She fucked five nights a week, but got paid!”
The young ladies of Italy
The flirtatious young ladies of Italy
Wear make-up to bed and dress prettily.
In the piazza
The lowliest tarts are
Dressed smartly and sell themselves wittily!
The smell of money
“Don’t you like what I’m trying to sell you?”
She asked. “At that price, it’s good value!”
She took him upstairs,
And paraded her wares;
He paid, too, but said, “Just let me smell you.”
The pimp
The girl’s pimp was a bastard and heartless,
Insensitive, brutal and artless;
She married a john
Who’d proposed, whereupon
The said pimp was left skint, pissed and tartless!
No bargain
She hissed “Psst! You want jiggy-jig mister?
Cash fifty bucks, me or my sister!
Give ten dollar more,
Both together! No sore!
No need rubber! Just very small blister!”
In clover
She’d grown tired of housework and stoves;
So dressed up, her breath scented with cloves,
Placed a “Personal” ad,
And she no sooner had,
Than had gentlemen coming in droves!