Posts Tagged ‘prostitute’

His pound of flesh

May 6, 2018

In the end, he became quite irate.
“Since you’re charging me such a high rate”,
He roared. “ Bugger the licks,
And your clever damn tricks,
Get your cunt on my cock and gyrate!”



Slim pickings

April 8, 2018

Still flat-chested and thin, a late bloomer;
That didn’t upset his good humour.
Adept, but still learning
To please the discerning,
If rather demanding consumer!


December 15, 2017

Just a gigolo, handsome, slim-hipped,
Charming, perfumed, well-dressed, Jagger-lipped.
Women paid him for sex,
(Cash, no cards and no cheques),
For which task he was damn well equipped!

Impulse buyer

June 25, 2017

Overall, he was rather enticed.
Smaller tits, in fact, would have sufficed.
She was pretty enough…
(Well, a little bit rough),
The main thing, though, attractively priced!

Value added

March 23, 2017

Fifty bucks for a fuck. Damn good value!
Not young, but still hot, let me tell you!
She said “Ten bucks more
Gets you in my back door!
Not, of course, that I’d try to upsell you.”

They also serve

January 25, 2017

“Look at you, pet, all sulky and sniffy!”
She said. “Just keep rubbing your stiffy!
Your friend’s almost done,
Then some nice buttered bun!
Slip, slop, slap! You’ll get off in a jiffy!”



Just say no!

January 5, 2017

A dark street, a plain, black hansom cab;
She approached, her dress threadbare and drab.
From within, a voice said
“There’s warm food and a bed,
If you’ll come with me, back to my lab!”


Black and white photograph of woman lying nude on a table being autopsied by a doctor, 1900-1910.


September 9, 2016

Cold and hungry, life bloomin’ well bleak;
This damn toff gave her nipple a tweak.
“Half a crown?” said the nob.
“I might give you two bob.”
Twisting harder, to hear her squeak.



Natural beauty

March 4, 2016

Husband dead, drunken bastard, unmourned,
Jewels, fine clothes and bonnets long pawned,
And still young, more’s the shame!
So she went on the game,
Lovely body, most nights, unadorned!


February 25, 2016

The tart’s  vulgar words stung like a slap,
Prick so hard, if it bent it might snap,
As he stood there and stared,
Frankly just a bit scared.
“Whatcha waitin’ for, kid? Want a map?”