When they play, he tries hard to devise
Stricter bondage, more elegant ties;
Bow-strung thighs, bee-stung breasts,
Harsher physical tests,
Greater fear and lust in her eyes!
Tag: thighs
Comes with batteries
She imagines men, (jocks, local boys),
With huge cocks, bulging-veined, like her toys,
Forcing open her thighs,
While she whimpers and tries,
When she comes, not to make too much noise!
Lapping it up
At the party, she sat on his lap,
Her thighs parted just slightly… a gap
Into which, as it would,
His cock swelled, which felt good,
Till she turned round and gave him a slap!
Meek
She stood, naked, unable to speak.
He reached out, gave her nipple a tweak;
She just widened her eyes.
His hand parted her thighs;
She emitted a timorous squeak!
Of two minds
Her mind dwelt upon matters exalted,
Till, one day, her firm resolve faltered.
The boy had blue eyes,
Such soft hands, such strong thighs;
Her chaste attitude pretty soon altered!
The eyes have it
Though she’d only just recently met him,
She knew that she’d never forget him;
His mouth, his dark eyes,
His strong hands on her thighs,
When he’d lifted her skirt, and she’d let him!
Working your way up
Kiss her toes, gently massage her feet;
She may think that you’re strange, or else sweet.
Gently pummel and squeeze
Your way up past her knees;
Rub her thighs and the part where they meet!
The eye of the beholder
She bends over and parts her plump cheeks;
From between her thighs shyly there peeks,
Pinkly winking at him,
Silky-lashed round its rim,
That which blindly the one-eyed snake seeks.
Arranged marriage
She’d been led like a lamb to the slaughter,
Eyes, thighs and resolve turned to water…
Been given to him,
To be used at his whim:
And behave like a good wife and daughter.
The book's cover
Her loud clothes and her make-up disguise
Saggy tits, a big bum and thick thighs,
But she’s such a good sport,
One forgets, (as one ought),
That she’s not a great root, though she tries.