The guys called her a slut, although, mainly,
She just fucked her friends… but still, plainly,
She had quite a lot…
Some whose names she forgot,
Though she’d tried to keep track of them, vainly.
Tag: slut
Pearl jam
Tits and face caked with globs of pearl jam,
Cum like snot dripping out of her clam,
She though “God! I’m a slut!
Fuckin cum-bucket, but,
Funny thing is I don’t give a damn!”
Moving on
She stopped fucking, looked sort of perplexed,
And said “What do you mean? Oversexed?
‘Cause I think fucking’s fun?
Well move over. You’re done.
And your cock’s bloody small, ain’t it? Next!
Nature or nurture
“Wanna suck?” she says, down on her knees,
And she gives it a rub and a squeeze…
It ain’t like she’s a slut…
Her big sister is, but.
And her mum. And her old man’s a sleaze.
Standing on her dignity
“Look, I know that I’m, like, well endowed,
And I know, when I come, I’m quite loud…
But I just wanna say…
I ain’t no slut. Okay?
And three does seem a bit of a crowd.
Inclusivity
She did seem, precious girl, not to care
Who did what to her, who put what where,
As the men came and went,
Worn out, sated and spent…
“I’m a great root,” she’d said… not hot air!
A rose by any other name
She’s been called a slut, which she denies,
But the sway of her arse and her thighs,
And her big bouncy tits…
Well, it pretty much fits…
Slut or prick-tease, whichever applies!
Baa
If a girl were a slut which I am,
(And enjoy it, and don’t give a damn),
I’d fuck heaps while I’m young…
If I’m gonna be hung,
Better hung as a sheep than a lamb!
Gossip
It was all, of course, just idle chatter,
She told herself. What could it matter?
To call her that, but…
A dumb bitch, and a slut,
With the emphasis placed on the latter!
In mitigation
She was just a slut, right, some poor loser,
He said to his angry accuser.
He’d fucked her, OK…
He just wanted to say,
He was only the bloody end-user!