A "Small" Disappointment

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Jennifer C
Jennifer C
44 Followers

We had a nice evening
The dinner was great,
He’s walking me home
Not a bad first date.
The tension was rising
Sexual chemistry clear,
I can’t help but smile
As his hand finds my rear.

Excitement increasing
We stroll up my path,
Conversation was easy
We were having a laugh.
Arousal was growing
He gives my arse a quick tap,
I can see he’s delighted
When I suggest a nightcap.

I put on some music
Coffee not on my mind,
As I feel him approach
Kissing my neck from behind.
We head to the bedroom
For a night filled with passion,
Sex on a first date
Not my usual fashion!

The door was flung open
We stumbled inside,
I’m thinking I’m in
For a hell of a ride.
I rip of his trousers
To see what he’s packing,
Only to find that
He’s seriously lacking!

I can’t help but stare
As I think “what the heck?”
I hope that gets bigger
When he gets erect.
I keep up the kissing
As my hand slides down low,
To fondle his cock
In the hope it will grow.

5 minutes later
It’s still just a lump,
I’m tempted to ask
“Does that come with a pump?”
He pulls me down with him
On the bed as he sat,
I don’t mean to judge But
I’ve smoked fatter joints than that!

He pulls me towards him
My stomach a knot,
He wants a blow job
Well it’s worth a shot.
I take his whole “length”
And most of his sack,
It reminded me most
Of sucking on a tic-tac.

His hands on my waist
He lifts me up from the floor,
Rolls me on to the bed
I can’t do much more.
He climbs on top
I’m not even wet,
I’m tempted to ask
“Is it in yet?”

He’s flapping about
Like a bird with one wing,
I have to admit that
I can’t feel a thing.
I’m laying there motionless
My thoughts all a muddle,
When I try not to say
“Why Don’t we just cuddle?”

But I’m let off the hook
As I feel his cock leaking,
Well that was a task
I won’t be repeating!

Jennifer C
Jennifer C
44 Followers
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AnonymousAnonymousabout 11 years ago

funny ass shit

Old_BlueOld_Blueover 14 years ago
Great Fun Read!

Nicely done with loads of chuckles.

Thanks.

AnonymousAnonymousover 18 years ago
HA!

That was cute. I agree that it's a good mixture of humor and sex. Nice to see that.

LeBrozLeBrozover 18 years ago
LadyJeanne Said It Best

I had to keep stopping to wipe dry my eyes; this little light verse is uproariously funny

Bill DadaBill Dadaalmost 19 years ago
"I don't mean to judge

but I've smoked fatter joints than that."

Very funny.

BD

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