“My g-god! My p-pussy!” she stammered,
Bruised, battered, but no less enamoured,
Her arse black and blue,
And her poor damn tits too,
And her pretty cunt heartily hammered!
Tag: rough sex
Enough is not enough
Sweaty, panting, her gob-smacked expression
Suggested she’d had quite a session…
“Enough, please!” she begged.
“I’ll be walking bow-legged!”
“Suck my cock, then,” he said. Small concession!
Overkill
“What the fuck? My damn vodka was spiked!”
She exclaimed. ” I was totally psyched…
Just the booze was enough…
I’d have let him be rough,
Fuck me any damn way that he liked!”
Careful what you wish for
She seduced him, the man of her dreams…
But he’s into rough sex, so it seems…
It’s a sort of a game,
Of course… Still, all the same…
Must he go to such nasty extremes?
Urgency
“Goodness me!” she thought, hurriedly dressing.
“So quick… and so rough… quite distressing!
Poor chap! Well, god knows…
He was drunk, I suppose,
And his need for a fuck rather pressing!”
Rough round the edges
She’d said no, but he paid her no heed…
He was rough, though she said “There’s no need”…
When he tore off her dress,
She said “Look, it’s not yes,
But calm down, and by all means, proceed!”
Sore loser
She likes sex, but she might like it more,
If the men didn’t call her a whore…
And, like, make her do stuff
Kinda dirty and rough,
And her arse and her pussy get sore.
Nasty, brutish and short
The man’s lust was wild, brutish, unfettered…
Poor girl, she’d been groped, mauled, hard petted,
But strangely enough,
Although needlessly rough,
Soon her pussy was thoroughly wetted.
Stockholm syndrome
“I’ve been used by him, tied up, mistreated…
Been rooted rough too, like,” she tweeted.
“And maybe tonight,
If I’m lucky, it might,
If I’m naughty enough, be repeated!”
Worst fears
Her poor cunt had been properly pounded…
Which wasn’t as bad as it sounded…
It hurt, as it would,
But it hurt so damn good…
Her worst fears had been quite unfounded!