Though it’s true, still it sucks, all the chatter…
Though sluttish, the crux of the matter
Is who she roots, when…
Like, not schoolboys, just men…
In bars, doorways, the trucks of the latter.
Tag: slut
The game
Afterwards she was slightly ashamed…
Yes she’d fucked him… but should she be blamed?
Then he’d called her a slut…
Which she kind of was, but…
She still felt like she’d somehow been gamed.
Impressive
Young and pretty, and dressed to impress…
Kinda sluttish, he thought, more or less…
Her big tits hanging out,
As she bent down, no doubt
So the old perv could look up her dress!
The time of her life
She preferred to fuck extemporaneous,
Lovers oft contemporaneous,
Men, women, boys,
Her pet poodle, her toys
Any, all the above, miscellaneous!
Pronation
She was prone to do things that she shouldn’t
She’d try to resist (though she couldn’t)…
Until… or unless
She felt moved to undress
And fuck men in ways other girls wouldn’t!
The new
Once an innocent, long since defiled,
She’d become quite outrageous and wild…
Men just men, sex just fun,
Nothing she hadn’t done,
Or if not yet, soon would have, she smiled.
Say please
She’s a flirt, and a slut, and a tease…
Now he’s got her there, nude, hands and knees,
Begging “Fuck this cunt, Sir!”
Which he will, of course… duh…
But just gives her big tits a hard squeeze.
The name of the rose
What’s a slut? Definition elusive…
A girl whose sex life’s too inclusive?
Who fucks more than you…
And seems proud of it too?
An affectionate term , or abusive?
Who’s who
She’s a slut, and she’s quite unashamed,
Though she’s gossiped about and defamed…
If the men whom she roots,
In flash cars and nice suits,
Want to do it, should just she be blamed?
CV
“Like, I don’t wanna sound like I’m bragging”,
She said, “Yep, I love a good shagging,
But like, yeah, well so?
And like, just so you know,
I can deep-throat your cock without gagging.”