In them hills, life’s all beer and skittles;
Ma cooks, Pa drinks moonshine and whittles.
No TV, no light,
So they jist fuck all night.
All a man needs is pussy and victuals!
Tag: pussy
Agents provocateurs
It’s a justification, of sorts,
For occasional wishful, rude thoughts,
That girls walk round the shops,
Tits half out of their tops,
In those tight, pussy-hugging short shorts!
Hands-on learning
Not much hair on her pussy, just fuzz.
When she touches it though, as she does,
If she rubs it just right,
She discovered one night,
Just by chance, there’s a nice kind of buzz!
A long night
A long night. She’d got pretty much pickled,
Kissed someone whose beard had tickled.
Woke up in bad shape,
With her pussy agape,
From which somebody’s semen still trickled.
Throwback
He preferred women bushily muffed.
She was bald-pussied, barely a tuft.
“Real women don’t shave,”
He grumped… “Back in your cave,
You neanderthal arsehole!” she huffed.
Give and take
Disillusioned, his marriage a sham,
His wife’s pussy as tight as a clam,
He began an affair.
Did his wife even care?
Not a fig. Not a gold-plated damn!
Out of her comfort zone
Naked, helpless, she’d panicked at first.
Pussy, anal, her mouth! How she’d cursed!
Fucked by so many men!
But right into it then…
Though the mob had already dispersed.
Wanton
She lounged, posture delightfully lewd,
Lovely labia glistening, dewed,
Nectar meant to be sipped.
Pouting pussy loose-lipped;
This girl lent a new meaning to nude!
Purring pussy
Just a thin thatch of pussy hair, fuzz;
When she rubbed it, of course, as one does,
Well, a little below,
It felt funny, although,
Not unpleasant, a nice kind of buzz!
Unhappy snap
A nude picture on Snapchat, a joke.
Well, he’d seemed like a nice enough bloke,
But things started to spiral;
Her pussy went viral,
She found out next day when she woke.