“Without sex, life would be such a bore,”
She said. “Men, women, orgies and more,
Random people, their pets,
It’s as good as it gets…
I mean, why would I not be a whore!”
Tag: whore
Right neighbourly
The young wife of the fellow next door
Comes around once a week, sometimes more,
Fucks his brains out and goes…
Oral, anal… god knows!
She’s his own private, free of charge whore!
Intensive care
His dad payed for the whore… damn expensive!
Poor boy… he was… well… apprehensive…
She stripped in a trice…
They fucked… him on top… twice…
Oral, anal… his teaching intensive!
Indifferent
“I’m aware people call me a whore,
But I don’t give a damn anymore…
And if you think so too…”
She said… “Probably do…
You’re quite welcome to stick in your oar.”
Temptation
He tried hard to resist, think of Christ…
But this whore was attractively priced…
And her state of undress…
Yes, he had to confess,
He was more than a little enticed!
Wedded bliss
When she’d fucked, once, she’d pleaded for more..
But now, married, it’s kind of a bore…
Wham, bam, always the same,
It just seems such a shame…
Better, frankly, to be a damn whore!
Not the girl next door
“Fuck, I guess I’m a bit of a whore,”
She thought, cum-soaked, her pussy fucked raw…
What her poor saintly mom,
In Duluth, where she’s from,
Would have thought… She came hard, screamed for more!
Path of least resistance
When resistance is vain, what’s the use?
When her pussy’s awash with its juice…
She thinks “God, I’m a whore”,
But resists a bit more,
Not to seem to be morally loose.
One whore town
A saloon whore in some one horse town,
Half drunk, tits hanging out of her gown,
Her job mainly to fuck
Any guy with a buck,
Be he black, white, red, yellow or brown.
Job description
She did things God and law both forbade,
But by doing them brought in more trade…
Up her arse, up her cunt…
To be brutally blunt,
For what else is a lowly whore made?