A few minutes, that’s all it had taken.
Virginity gone, vows forsaken.
She asked “Was it good?”
As she thought that one should.
He said “Fuck yeah! Next best thing to bacon!”
Tag: virgin
Coming of age
Only something that must be endured;
She stripped, spread her legs, and was skewered.
It didn’t hurt much,
Wasn’t awful, as such;
Her virginity gone at last. Cured!
Sunday, bloody Sunday
Eye of bat, tongue of newt, cock of ass.
Still to find: a young suitable lass,
Virgin, (seem so, at least,)
To be used by the priest,
In strange ways, for next Sunday’s black mass.
Bewitched
Naked witches astride phallic brooms,
Profane rites, desecration of tombs,
Orgies, mating with beasts,
Virgin sacrifice, feasts;
It must all be quite fun, one assumes!
The dilemma
Though a virgin, be that as it may,
How else might she persuade him to stay?
If she gave in, said yes,
Would he love her, then, less,
Or the more, having gone all the way?
Bad dream
As a girl how she’d longingly dreamed
Of her wedding night, flirted and schemed.
Now a bride! At long last!
He undressed… but aghast
At the sight of his penis, she screamed!
The blushing bride
From the bride’s pussy slick moisture leaked.
Though she covered her eyes, she still peeked.
Her first glimpse of a cock!
She recoiled in shock.
“That can’t all fit inside me!” she squeaked.
The answer to prayer
From the straight path and narrow she’d strayed,
Given in and had sex, now she prayed
Not for mercy, God-sent,
Since she didn’t repent,
But for more of the same, I’m afraid!
The balance of probability
Though she put up some token resistance,
Maintained a (heart-breaking) safe distance,
At last she gave in,
Though she knew it a sin,
To his lustful, soft-spoken insistence!
Slight imperfection
Young and innocent, highly respectable,
Totally bloody delectable!
Taken to bed,
“Now I’m ruined!” she said,
Though the damage was barely detectable.