With a wink and a grin, the girl beckoned.
“Your mate’s done. You wanna go second?”
Well, what a good sport…
And a pretty good sort…
For a slut… Yep, he’d fuck her, he reckoned.
Tag: slut
So, now?
Wet and ready, and willing and able,
She put all her cards on the table…
“OK, I’m a slut,”
She said. “Truth hurts, yeah, but
What the fuck? I’m at least true to label!
Respect
One gets carried away, when erect,
If the girl concerned doesn’t object…
She may well be a slut,
Who’d fuck anyone, but
One should thank her, and show due respect
Go hard or go home
She could be quite the slut, when it suited…
“Just fuck me, you damn stud!” she hooted.
“I love your cock, sweetie,
So chunky and meaty…
Hard! Fast! So I know I’ve been rooted!”
Inconclusive
Lots of people do think I’m a slut,
But it’s not like it’s open and shut…
I could fuck day and night,
But who wouldn’t, like, right?
(Though I do love a cock up my butt!)
Transparency
Though he’d thought she was taking the mickey,
Her sayin’ she fancied a quickie,
She did mean it, but,
Cheeky damn little slut,
An’ her pussy was runny n sticky!
Wokeness
He just said stuff like that to provoke…
Like, to call her a slut, for a joke…
And like… what if she were?
It was okay with her…
And, in fact, he was pretty… like… woke!
Cheating
So, her husband was cheating, she’d learned,
Which, in fact, she’d already discerned.
Some damn cheap little slut…
It was curious, but,
That she found herself quite unconcerned.
Particularity
The term slut seems a little abusive…
She might be… it isn’t conclusive.
She likes fucking, yeah,
Whom, she doesn’t much care…
She’s, like, just a bit over-inclusive.
Friends
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.