She said “Gosh! There’s a lot of you chaps…
But that’s cool… maybe someone perhaps,
While we’re fucking and stuff,
Oh, and yeah… do it rough…
Take some photos, a few happy snaps!”
Tag: limerick
The power of positive thinking
Though her sex life had just been so-so,
It was hectic now, full-on, go-go!
She’s like one of those dolls…
A selection of holes…
Yes to anything… nothing no-no!
Top shelf
Just a length of cloth, artfully draped,
Which hung, clung on her, fluidly shaped…
Nothing else but a smile…
God! The woman had style…
And a body that begged to be raped!
The biological imperative
She lies back, sighing, parting her legs,
Thoughts upon her unfertilised eggs…
Spits and rubs her dry cunt…
He slides in with a grunt…
“Fuck me baby! Just fuck me!” she begs.
A toe in the water
She supposed, though she’d only just met him,
He’d fuck her, perhaps, if she let him…
She fondled his dick…
Gave a tentative lick…
Would a blow job entice… or upset him?
Share and share alike
A good wife… though she strayed now and then…
Rooted many and various men…
She still cleaned, she still cooked,
And took care how she looked…
Fucked her husband too, now and again.
Unhappy ending
She’d fucked up the damn post she was sending!
The massage, her guy’s happy ending…
A dumb, cheeky whim…
Meant of course just for him…
But gone public and bloody well trending!
Hung out
Said he loved her… the bastard was lying!
She’d been a damn fool, no denying…
Fucked, hung out to dry…
She won’t curl up and die…
But no shame, she supposed, though, in crying.
Down at mouth
Pretty lingerie, satin and lace,
To impress, her blind date, just in case…
Things went well… but gee wiz!
When they went back to his,
He just wanted to fuck her damn face!
Not hard to please
I like girls who are bushily muffed,
Landing strips, cutesy hearts, just a tuft,
Smooth as babies’ bums, bare,
Pussies with / without hair,
Shaven, waxed or enticingly fluffed!