“Then he fucked me,” she said to the priest.
“The vile, wretched, lascivious beast!”
“It’s a sin,” he replied.
“That cannot be denied,
But thank God, he’s a Cath’lic, at least!”
Tag: limerick
Mind games
“You can have me,” she says with a wink.
“Would your husband not mind, do you think?”
“Yes”, she says. “If he knew…
He’d kill me then kill you.”
And his cock starts to rapidly shrink.
Draw him a map
The poor guy, he had no way of knowing,
With all of the to-ing and fro-ing,
The yes, nos and maybes,
Concern about babies…
In short, was he coming or going?
Ink
She had “Squeeze me” tattooed on one titty,
And thought herself frightfully witty.
She thought then, down there,
She could shave off the hair
And get someone to ink “Pat the kitty!”
Cheating
So, her husband was cheating, she’d learned,
Which, in fact, she’d already discerned.
Some damn cheap little slut…
It was curious, but,
That she found herself quite unconcerned.
There’s an apse for that
Father Michael had let his faith lapse…
Tempted too much by women perhaps…
In fact plainly the case…
He’s been caught with his face
In the crotch of a girl in the apse!
Aside
His best man’s pretty hot, thought the bride…
Should she fuck him? Quick, bloody decide!
Would tonight be too soon…
(It’s still pre-honeymoon…)
To be having a bit on the side?
Makeshift
“You don’t need any dating damn app,”
She said, rubbing her arse on his lap.
“You got pussy right here!”
He choked on his beer…
Too bad he was just a stopgap.
A suspicious mind
When she laughed, her tits jiggled deliciously…
Stroking his cock surreptitiously,
“That’s a nice dress,”
he said
“What? Yeah, I guess.”
She said, eyeing the bastard suspiciously.
😊
“Come on! Show us your tits!” he said slyly.
“Well… Just a quick peek,” she said shyly.
She blushed… got ’em out…
They were beauties, no doubt…
And each nipple tattooed with a smiley!