Have you ever been fishing and fucked a carp, I liked it so much even though its scales were sharp. I have even rammed it all the way down my cock, It looked quite weird hanging down to my sock. On the other hand,Frank preferred an eel I peered over the bushes as I heard him squeal It wriggled and thrashed on his two-inch rod His knob,I mean,and I thought "Oh My God!" So now when we go to Mr Cods to order fish I get my cock out ready with an eager swish. The only thing is its a bit hot to shag, So I let it cool first in the greasy bag. I often fuck scotch eggs too, Or insert them up my arse to eat with my poo.
Reason for writing:
Is there anyone out there who has boned fish?
In fish tanks, sea, lakes please let me know.
Or porked anything else dead or alive.
Thanks Dylan......
Birth sign: Capricorn
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