Cheeky wench… Her continued defiance
Of course justified his reliance
On ropes, handcuffs, chains,
Riding crops, whips and canes,
Which ensured her grudging compliance.
Tag: limerick
Coquette
The delightful young girl he’d been grooming…
Naive, never knew what was looming…
Continued to play,
In her coquettish way,
Bosom burgeoning, womanly, blooming!
Up for it
“Well, I’m buggered! she laughed and said brightly,
“It did fit, albeit damn tightly…
Arse-virgin no more!
Of course I’m damn sore…
Go again? If you ask me politely!”
In the grand scheme of things
Staying virgin… a quaint little notion,
And shrouded with guilt and emotion…
Get fucked and be done with it!
Grab it and run with it…
Fuck! It’s a piss in the ocean!
The stats
Teenage girls, if you look at the stats,
Have, on average, 1.5 tatts.
They’ve fucked 4.8 guys,
And will (no great surprise),
Before 20 have 0.6 brats.
Enough rope
She allowed him a kiss and a grope,
But, y’know, give a boy enough rope…
Pretty soon she was nude,
In the mood to be screwed,
Slidin’ down the old slippery slope.
Rite of passage
She was young, he knew, slutty damn kid,
Only fifteen, in fact (which she hid),
Still a virgin, what’s more,
Which she found a big bore…
“Fuck me mister!” she said. So he did.
Motown
There was a young girl from Detroit
Who at fucking was very adroit…
Tits as big as her head,
Knew her way round a bed,
Lovely arse, and a cunt like a quoit!
The blush
His remark had been rather obscene…
The poor girl, still an innocent teen
Blushed as red as a beet,
From her head to her feet
And the lovely pink parts in between!
Bewitched
Naked, elfin, she held him bewitched,
Movements molten, voice breathily pitched…
Time stood still… future , past…
When she touched him at last,
His cock stood like a totem and twitched!