“How’s that big fucking cock gonna fit
Up my poor fucking tight little slit?”
She thought. “God! Does it bend?”
Poor girl… felt in the end
Like he’d split her from arsehole to tit!
Tag: limerick
Been and gone
The poor lassie, all pale and wan…
“Woe is me! Lackaday! Love is gone!
Johnny’s run off somewhere…
He did love me, I swear…
Though we did only fuck off and on.”
Market price
She uncrossed her legs, flashin’ the gash…
“Wanna fuck? Or you just talkin’ trash?
Yes or no, either way,
Fuck or not, I’m OK.
If you want it, it’s two hundred. Cash.”
Post hoc
She perhaps should have taken offence…
That she hadn’t still didn’t make sense…
To have called her a slut…
And then fuck her… yeah, but…
When she came it was bloody intense!
Look, it’s not that I don’t want to try it,
She said. But he seemed not to buy it…
Okay. Look, let’s fuck,
And I’ll give it a suck,
But not swallow… I’m on a damn diet!
After the plague
So… he’s doing that thing that she loves…
Makes her coo like a box full of doves…
But she says “Know what, baby?
I’d like… could you maybe
Please put on a mask and some gloves?”
Life ain’t no feather bed
Grit her teeth, she thought. Weather the test…
Handcuffs, whips, chains and leather… her breast
Will be scarred… The whip bites!
Fuck! So hard! His perverted delights
She’ll submit to, to feather her nest.
Swoon
Drunk and stoned, she fell into a swoon,
And he thought, well now, that’s opportune,
As he hitched up her dress…
Yep, I’ll fuck her, I guess…
Hard and fast, like. She might wake up soon
Gimp
Fancy dress theme… he’s dressed like a pimp.
She’s in latex… suit, hood… she’s the Gimp!
Holes for mouth, arse and cunt…
Fuck top, bottom, back, front…
“You look great, love,” he says. Fucking wimp!
Crossroad
When their young, fevered bodies connect,
When his cock and her cunt intersect,
It’s like lightning has struck!
Did he ask for a fuck?
Maybe not… but she didn’t object!