Scared, confused, it was so hard to choose!
If she got it wrong, what would she lose?
Her virginity, true.
Did it matter though who?
Any prick would do! Fuck! Who cared whose?
Tag: virgin
The Aztec maiden
To appease the gods, gruesome affairs;
Virgins’ hearts ripped out! Blood on the stairs!
“Won’t a root out the back suffice?
Fuck virgin sacrifice!”
Begs the next. “Fuck me! Who cares?”
Loss of innocence
At the point of (Sob! Gasp!) no return,
Beyond guilt, past religious concern,
Reckless now, lost to sin,
She begged “Put it all in!”
Though so innocent, eager to learn!
It might go away
Just the thought of it made her quite ill.
“It’s so big! It won’t fit!”
“Yes it will!”
So she parted her thighs,
Bit her lip, closed her eyes,
And just tried to lie perfectly still.
Balance of power
“Please be gentle, I beg you!” she pleaded.
He grunted, undressed her, proceeded.
He did use some spit,
To assist with the fit,
But used rather more force than was needed.
Fear of the unknown
At the sight of her cunt he took fright!
“Stick it in, lad,” she said. “It won’t bite!”
That might well have been true…
But, for all that he knew,
If he did as she said… it just might!
Damp squib
Though in fact quite a sexual squib,
And a virgin, she’d told him a fib;
“I’m a trollop!” she’d said.
Naked now, in his bed,
What to do? She’d just have to ad-lib!
After the ball
A young debutante, glamorous, chaste;
Panties soaked, nipples hard! Her heart raced!
Underneath her silk gown
Captain Parker went down
On her. God! She’d be ruined! Disgraced!
First time lucky
“We’ll that wasn’t too bad!” she’d said, brightly.
“Tight fit, but it only hurt slightly!”
Still, though, a bit shocked
That he’d gone off half-cocked…
Half-way in… so she’d been let off lightly.
Profit and loss statement
While a virgin, a certain inertial
Reluctance for things controversial
Delayed getting laid;
Her decision, when made,
Was cold-heartedly, strictly commercial.