A nice picnic he’d said… what a shambles!
She thinks, as she sobs, as she scrambles,
Butt-naked, half-raped,
Having somehow escaped,
Through the mud and the briars and brambles.
Tag: limerick
Bad to the bone
When they met, she’d have run, had she known
That the bastard was bad to the bone…
Drugs and violence, rape…
Which she didn’t escape…
Still, she stayed, her young heart turned to stone.
Le petit mort
She was stroking her pussy while driving
And coming, more so than arriving…
The seat leather wet…
Come again? Yep! You bet!
Take the odds… rather long… on surviving.
Swoon
Pleasure greater for being postponed,
Nice, she thought, to be properly boned,
As her fucked her again…
God! A man among men!
As she came, swooned and, coming to, moaned.
The underdog
Would his penis, as big as was touted,
Fit in her damn pussy? She doubted…
She put up a fight,
But, so slender and slight,
In the end she was thoroughly routed.
Suffrage
Miss Patricia was thoroughly modern,
Trod always the path seldom trodden,
A young suffragette,
Pussy readily wet,
Knickers often, in fact simply sodden.
Endowment
Nice girl, but a little slow-witted,
Less well endowed brain-wise than titted…
She went on a date,
And by quarter to eight
She’d been fucked everywhere that it fitted!
The seal
Red-faced, eyes popping, gurgling, gasping,
Hands flapping about, blindly grasping,
His cock down her throat…
Like a seal… “Oat! Oat!”
She grunts / barks, chokes, coughing, breath rasping.
The art of persuasion
Cheeky wench… Her continued defiance
Of course justified his reliance
On ropes, handcuffs, chains,
Riding crops, whips and canes,
Which ensured her grudging compliance.
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!