An old lady, her heart all aflutter,
Peeks out every night through her shutter,
In wicked delight
At the sensuous sight
Of the dogs making love in the gutter.
Tag: voyeurism
Cumming through the rye
They’re a canny old people, the Scotch,
To get lassies to dance, while they watch,
And with nae hint of guilt,
Watch the swirl of the kilt,
For a glimpse of a bushy young crotch!
Softly, softly
Mistress Sophie was naked…a waft
Of her pussy… He sniffed … And he coughed…
“Ahem… Dinner is served.”
She blushed slightly. He perved…
His old cock stirring… yes… far from soft!
The new normal
Bondage sex (it was all rather tame)
She got off on… a nice edgy game.
Take it up one more notch?
Maybe let people watch?
Yep, she’d go back for more of the same!
Opportunity cost
Slender, perfect! He watched as she showered…
So easily grabbed, overpowered…
She wished that he would…
Just jump in, fuck her good…
But he wouldn’t, she knew… fucking coward!
Matinee
In her bath, naked, washing her smalls;
Local boys peeked through cracks in the walls,
As her tits bobbed and swayed…
And she winked… and they played
With their stiff little pricks and their balls.
His sister’s keeper
There she stood, at last, nude, not a stitch!
He advanced … then his plans struck a hitch;
His hand cupped her smooth bum …
“Let her go! I’ll tell Mum!”
Yelled her snotty kid brother, the snitch!