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Click hereCome here pretty plaything;
I want to word your word.
I’ll diminish you to
The n-th root of a surd
But first a gentle kiss
And a bite on both words.
I’ll word your sisters too;
Cows always come in herds.
I know you want wording;
You’re a wordloving bird.
Here, lay down on your back;
Let me taste your sweet word.
I’m wording you hard now;
Your wetness is absurd.
Your screams make me wordy:
At each thrust you shout ‘Word!’
Pull your word lips apart
And take all of my word.
Submit to my word now;
It’s as thick as a turd.
Now your word’s prop’ly dealt
With, it now has occurred
To me: you’ll suck on this
And then swallow my curd.
Ah, you did that so well,
You wordsucking wordword,
I would word you again,
But we were overheard.
My neighbour now words you,
While I watch and get word.
His word is much bigger.
You scream: ‘WORD! WORD! WORD! WORD!’
This pome’s wording stupid;
All vain writers are words,
But ne’er accuse this one
Of being lost for ... rhymes.
I like it. It is funny. Short sentences... Why I am writing like a simpleton? lol Um... it's really amusing. Word to you, you word. I don't like the turd, though. That's on my do-not-use in a poem list. And I don't care if it does rhyme. ;)