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.
Tag: limerick
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!
The lancinating glance
He’d been ogling her tits, which was weird…
Might want to do more too, she feared…
He might want to screw…
Goodness! What should she do?
Fuck! Too late! She’d already been speared!
Flop
The whole thing was a bit of a flop…
His small prick flipping, flopping, slip, slop.
Her cunt hungry and wet…
Had the fool not come yet?
“Oh for God’s sake!” she grumbled. “Just stop!”
Too late
He was vulgar, offensive and crude…
And what’s more, she’d not been in the mood…
He’d been overly forceful,
Though later remorseful…
But fuck! She’d already been screwed!
Deflowerment
Some days later, her tears all shed,
She no longer wished that she were dead…
Once deflowered, it’s done…
Sex might even be fun…
She should just get that into her head!