To her credit, she fought tooth and nail…
Her efforts, alas, doomed to fail…
She gave in and sighed…
“Okay. Fuck it! I tried…
Mouth or pussy or what? Head or tail?”
Tag: limerick
Fauned upon
In the woods, strolling, just after dawn,
She encounters a satyr… or faun…
Those big eyes, and the hooves,
The cute horns, how he moves…
What a guy! God, she’d fuck him… if shorn!
Faun
She was ravished, right there on her lawn,
By, believe it or not, a damn faun!
Goatish legs, goatish prick,
Long and wooly and thick…
Turned her cunt inside out, red and torn!
Animal, vegetable mineral
Getting-off-wise, she’s not too selective…
Just make herself come’s the objective…
A man if ones handy,
Or else, when she’s randy,
A bottle or carrot’s effective!
In a word
“Well,” she thought. “That’s me fucked, in a word…”
A bit drunk, things a little bit blurred…
Naked… How was that so?
(She’d in fact never know)
And his cock, chock-a-block… how absurd!
Gentleman
When he fucked her, at least it was brief…
He came fast, to her grateful relief…
Such a rude thing to do!
And a gentleman too…
Yes, naive, but her honest belief!
Wish list
There’s a thing that I crave, she explained…
To be naked and helpless, restrained…
You can fuck me, of course,
But with cruelty, force…
But I need to be whipped too. Or caned.
Wearing nothing but a smile
Her clothes quickly shed, carelessly piled,
She stood naked and blushingly smiled…
“I’m a virgin, of course…
But no need to use force…
I can’t wait to be fucking defiled!”
Spontaneity
His response had been quite instantaneous…
No malice forethought, spontaneous…
Seeing her there,
Naked, wet… it seemed fair
He should fuck her… all else just extraneous!
Fresh
Well, why not give himself a nice treat?
She’s a hot little bitch… young and sweet…
Get her out of the bar…
In the back of his car…
Fuck the arse off this bit of fresh meat!