A nice dinner, she thought, wouldn’t hurt…
She dressed up… maybe not the short skirt…
A few glasses of wine
And she’s feeling just fine…
But her sweet little ass is dessert!
Tag: seduction
Smooth
Drop dead gorgeous… he’s not in the hunt,
But he thinks “Why not give it a punt?
Ask her out… drinks and chat
Bring her flowers, all that…
And then fuck her sweet ass, back to front!
Slow
She had splendid breasts, full and low slung,
To which garments uncertainly clung,
Clothes discarded now though,
She approached, toe to toe…
A slow dance, her ass swayed, her tits swung.
Charity
Miss O’Shaughnessy, proper and prim,
Gave herself to a man on a whim.
He seemed grateful enough,
And he kissed her and stuff
But she wished that it hadn’t been him.
A muddle
It turned into a bit of a muddle…
She just wanted someone to cuddle..
The chap had his way…
There she lies, in dismay,
Oozing semen, awash in a puddle!
Good intentions
Is it love? She should know it’s not so…
She’d intended… she had… to say no…
But he’d badgered and pressed her…
Had well nigh undressed her…
She thought “Shit, just go with the flow.”
The unbearable wetness of being
“God, I’m such a slut… pussy so wet…
And he ain’t even touched me… not yet!”
She thinks. “Such a cute guy…
A nice suit, a nice tie
Gonna get him to fuck me, I bet!”
The ambush
As she walks her delightful tits bounce,
Young and slender, but round where it counts…
His cock already hard,
He attracts her regard,
Smiles, gets ready to pounce!
Charm
His damn smile, when he turned on the charm,
Caused Miss Annabelle Partridge alarm…
His eyes fixed on her breasts,
As he uttered lewd jests,
As she mumbled the twenty-third psalm!
Necromantic
Merlin stood by the edge of the pond.
A young damsel of whom he was fond,
Paddled, holding her shoes…
His to have, should he choose,
With a wave of his seven inch wand.