She was just a damned gold-digging bitch…
“Gosh,” she thought. “Both these fellers are rich!
So which one should I screw?
Does it matter much who?
Try my luck with one, maybe, then switch?”
Tag: limerick
Meeting Jack
Peddling pussy, poor girl, stony broke,
In a laneway, a shilling a poke…
“He’s a curious one,”
She thinks, (God! Should I run?)
With his little black bag and his cloak.
Brand image
Her new master’s demanding and stern…
The cane welts on her bottom still burn…
And the brand on her breast!
His forever, she guessed…
What she doesn’t know yet, she’ll soon learn!
False promise
“Babe, you’ll love it! I promise!” he’d said.
“Can’t you just fuck my pussy instead?”
She cried, far from convinced…
He pushed harder. She winced,
Arse cheeks clenched, sobbing, panting, face red.
No
“Fuck,” he thought, “that was pretty damn rough!”
The date seemed to have gone well enough…
He’d said “Fancy a screw?”
And so what did she do?
Slapped his face and went off in a huff!
Kept woman
A kept woman, nice clothes, cosy nest…
“It’s a good life, alright”, she confessed.
“All a girl has to do
Is just be there to screw,
Suck his cock, let him jiggle a breast.”
Bemused
Gosh! The way things would seem to be shaping,
She thought, there might be no escaping…
But what could she do?
And he did root her too…
Left her used and bemused, pussy gaping!
Limbo
The poor girl, she had no way of knowing,
With all of his to-ing and fro-ing,
(Obtuse bloody men!)
If he’d fuck her, or when…
Her seduction a matter ongoing!
Baa
If a girl were a slut which I am,
(And enjoy it, and don’t give a damn),
I’d fuck heaps while I’m young…
If I’m gonna be hung,
Better hung as a sheep than a lamb!
Game
She’d been strung up, whipped, tickled and caned,
Fucked and buggered, left totally drained…
All, of course, just a game,
But the way that she came
Was decidedly not the least feigned!