Well, she’d fucked him, though quite unintended…
Unwise, yes, but that’s how it ended…
Disgraced herself, true,
And a bit sluttish too,
But the fuck, in itself simply splendid!
Tag: sluttish
Sunday roast
“Gosh! This bondage thing’s fun!” she admitted.
“I feel quite sluttish!” she tittered…
“Hog-tied, fucked both ends
By yourself and your friends…
Like a damn chicken, trussed up and spitted!”
Top class
The girl ain’t what a bloke would call classy…
She’s loud, a bit sluttish and brassy…
Yeah, big tits maybe,
But a Harvard degree,
And she’s fluent in Chinese and Farsi!
You Tarzan, me Jane
A bit sluttish, but terribly cute,
She said “Hello, I’m Jane. Want a root?
Like the man says, just do it!
There isn’t much to it;
Just get out your cock, point and shoot!”
Truth hurts
She complained to the court she’d been slandered;
“He called me a slut!” she expanded.
“These days, I’m afraid,
Said the judge, “Getting laid
Quite a lot, although sluttish, is standard!”
The fish in the sea
Cupcake-breasted, petite, elfin-faced?
Or more earthy, tits down to her waist?
Does she need to be wooed?
Is she sluttish and crude?
In the end, it all comes down to taste!
The staff of life
She preferred, when she could, to go nude…
In her speech and her actions quite lewd…
“Life is short!” she would say,
In her nice sluttish way,
“And a fuck’s as important as food!”
Flashpoint
She’d been acting quite sluttish, I gather;
She’d worked him up into a lather.
She flashed them again,
And I guess that by then
It was pretty much all open slather!
Stirred, not shaken
Though the size of it made her uneasy,
And though she felt sluttish and sleazy,
She’d rather have died
Than not have it inside,
Though the stirring-about made her queasy.