He had quite a nice penis, potentially…
Rubbing, it grew exponentially!
Mmm… yes indeed…
All a woman could need!
“So, let’s see how it fits,” she said, wenchily!
Tag: wench
The rape of the lock
The wench seemed to be fairly agreeable,
Fucking her plainly foreseeable…
Fondling his cock,
As he lifted her smock…
A sweet lock, that was certainly keyable.
Furlough
When on furlough from wartime adventures,
Young soldiers would root local wenches,
In alleys, a park,
By lamplight, in the dark,
On the grass, or on frosty park benches.
Comely wench
Young and innocent, lied to and lured
Upstairs to his flat… and then skewered!
“Oh well,” she thought glumly,
Nude, cum-splattered, comely,
Poor wench… “Some things must be endured.”
A nod as good as a wink
Comely wench, he thought. Well worth a prod…
And he winked, and she gave a shy nod…
And in no time at all,
Up against the shed wall,
He was chock-a-block up her, by god!
Buxom wench
Fair and buxom, a splendid young wench!
He mused… foreign perhaps… maybe French.
Giggling, blushing and modest,
Big tits tightly bodiced,
Bare-arsed, skirt up, over a bench!
The wrong end of the stick
Skirt hiked up, sprawled face down on a keg,
The poor wench, thought “Too late to renege!”
She’d been happy to root
Long John Silver, the brute,
Only not with his fuckin’ peg leg!
The biddable wench
A nice biddable wench, often bidden,
A slut, who can’t quite keep it hidden,
Can’t even decide
If she likes best to ride,
Or to be underneath, and be ridden!
His train of thought
Her breasts swaying, the way she was bending,
Dress fallen away, his thoughts tending
To carnal delight,
Which the wench perhaps might
Be soliciting, bloody intending!
The food of love
The damn wench was a schoolboy’s wet dream!
Her complexion all peaches and cream,
Silken dress, light and summery,
Tits like pink flummery !
Sex for dessert, it would seem!