As she fingered herself on the can,
She imagined her hand was a man…
She came hard, with a sob,
And went back to her job…
“Go get drunk… fuck some guy… that’s a plan!”
Tag: limerick
No drama
In her friend’s father’s house, in the attic,
Not one to be melodramatic,
Her friend’s brother said,
“Get down, gimme some head!”
And she’s, like, “Yep, OK”… not ecstatic.
Looking on the bright side
In the jungle, nude, tied to a tree…
“Oh my God!” she thinks. “Jesus! Why me?
I’ll be ravaged… at least…
Or a cannibal feast!
All those big black men… hmmm… yes God, please!”
Defenestration
Arms bent back, forced down onto her knees…
At the window, tits out in the breeze,
Sobbing, scared she might fall…
Being fucked by them all…
And worse still, what if somebody sees?
Innocent
Young and innocent… how could she know
Where his cock was intended to go?
In the back or the front?
In her arse or her cunt?
In fact both, hard and deep, long and slow!
Trampling daisies
He sneaked up on her slyly, the coward…
Poor girl, she was soon overpowered…
Manhandled, stripped bare…
Gave her such a bad scare!
Not to mention her being deflowered.
A man of few words
He was certainly pretty upfront…
When he spoke at all.. more than a grunt.
No soft words, please or ta,
No “I love you”… ha, ha!
Just like “Get yer tits out. I want cunt!”
Touting his wares
“Girls like this,” he said. “Mate! They’re like gold!
Fresh young pussy… eighteen years old!
Touch your toes! Do the splits,
Baby! Show us your tits!”
“Say no more,” said the john. “Shit, I’m sold!”
The consummation
Honeymoons are just like this, she guessed…
They’d been fucking all night without rest…
God! How nice it would be,
Just to get up and pee,
Have a shower, a shit and get dressed.
One over the eight
“Gosh, I must be one over the eight,”
She thought, sadly a little too late,
In a back room somewhere,
With her legs in the air…
“It’s this part of the night that I hate!”