casual sex – Pete's Limericks

Beer

He was rough, he was tough, he was grubby.
She knew she should go home to hubby.
She thought it was funny;
To fuck in the dunny.
Next morning she blamed that last stubby.

A port in a storm

An unflappable lady called Kim,
Who was had by a man, on a whim,
Said “It was rather fun,
After all’s said and done,
But I do wish it hadn’t been him!

Early birds

In the Saturday night hurly-burly,
One might meet a willing young girlie,
And whisk her away
For a grope or a lay,
But the best ones are mostly gone early!

Actions louder than words

In the much more relaxed tropic latitudes,
People have sensible attitudes:
“How do you do,”
And then on with the screw,
And to hell with the small talk and platitudes!

Wet

Through the limpid Bombay afternoon,
As we wait out the summer monsoon,
To relieve the ennui
I take afternoon tea,
With the lady whose clothing’s here strewn.

Country hospitality

Said a down-to-earth girl from Penong,
“I know casual fucking is wrong,
But a sociable screw
With a bloke passing through
Is no sin, and it doesn’t take long!”

Short-sighted

The poor boy, it was love at first sight…
Her sweet pussy was fit-to-burst tight!
But life’s cruel, it seems,
And the girl of his dreams
Cum and gone, when he woke at first light.

Fear and favour

So, she fucks the guy, just as a favour…
He’s black… a big cock, a new flavour…
She figures why not?
She might like it a lot…
And, worst case, he’s some kind of white slaver.

Affaire du coeur

Well, she got undressed, lay there, legs parted…
They fucked… she seemed, sort of… half hearted…
He finished, withdrew,
And said thanks, as you do…
“Yea, no worries,” she said. Then she farted.