The bride whispered of pleasures in store;
An erection he couldn’t ignore
Strained his pants at the seams,
Though, except in their dreams,
Neither party had done it before!
Tag: virgin
The value of manners
She’d been slowly, politely denuded,
Her panties and bra too included;
Spreadeagled, she lay,
With those parts on display,
Where no man, before him, had intruded.
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Oh so beautiful! Yes, but how old?
Inexperienced, true, but so bold!
Still a virgin she guessed,
But his hand on her breast!
And that rigid young prick to enfold!
Tell-tale signs
Her dress clung by a few stubborn threads;
Her voluptuous figure turned heads,
Her smug smile, her bruised lips,
Swaying walk, her grazed hips,
And her hymen, of course, torn to shreds.
Breaking eggs to make a cake
On the whole, she’d been terribly brave.
Though she’d cried, this of course he forgave.
A girl’s maidenhead lost
Is a trivial cost,
To be taught to come, wave after wave!
Unjust deserts
Though she’d known he was not to be trusted,
He’d made her feel foolish and flustered.
Now, virgin no more,
She felt…not like a whore,
But betrayed, sad, and rather disgusted!
Type-cast
She was plum, she was cherry and ripe,
A dumb girl, who believed all the hype,
All the lies of the guys…
So it’s no great surprise
That she sold herself cheap, true to type.
Knowing, in the biblical sense
She knew perfectly well what it meant,
That the sheet was propped up like a tent,
Quite alarmingly so,
But she didn’t yet know
Where or how, God protect her, it went!
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.
Deep and meaningful
She regretted her virtue gone cheaply;
His cock, small at first, then rose steeply,
As thick as her wrist,
A knob big as her fist,
Which, when in her, affected her deeply!