“If you must, then…” she said with a sigh,
As his hand slowly crept up her thigh…
“And you will, I suppose…
I’m so weak, heaven knows…
Fuck me, do, though I think I may cry.”
Tag: limerick
Conquest
The dust settled, the swordplay and shooting,
The victors got on with the looting…
When that too was done,
It was time for some fun…
Eating, drinking, some serious rooting!
Full disclosure
“We do bondage stuff, now and again,”
She said. “Chains, dildos, ropes, whip and cane…
We’d just got kind of bored…
Nothing too untoward…
Fucking great, though … it’s hard to explain.”
Temptation in his way
Young and pretty, pert, splendidly breasted…
A man could get bloody arrested!
Goddam little tease…
Her eyes say “Fuck me please…”
Fucking ripe to be fucking molested!
Red rag
He’d been rough… fucking rough, no dispute…
Was it rape? Well, the question was moot…
It was more of a dare…
She’d said “See if I care…
Do your worst, you big, dumb, fucking brute!”
Vlad
“Oh God! Get it away, please!” she wailed.
She crossed her legs, pleaded, but failed…
“God save me!” she prayed,
But soon, naked, legs splayed,
She’d been thoroughly, thickly impaled!
Slow on the uptake
The guy didn’t seem much of a threat…
Like, he’d not even touched her… not yet…
She, in fact, wouldn’t mind…
If he did so, he’d find,
That her pussy was already wet!
The dawning
When she woke, in the cold light of day,
She reflected, somewhat with dismay,
It may not have been wise,
To have fucked all those guys…
Such a slut! Well, what more could one say?
A spectacle
Funny thing was, she didn’t much care…
Let ’em think what they want, let ’em stare!
Laughing, just drunk enough
To not give a damn stuff…
Naked, lying there, legs in the air!
Wrong
It was just wrong, his having to spit,
Pushing, shoving to make his cock fit…
When her pussy’s right there,
So much nicer, you’d swear,
Than her arse, full of semen and shit!