So she went on the net to arrange
Her first lesbian thing, for a change…
And she found it quite fun.
Tick that box. Been there. Done.
So what next? Bondage? Something more strange?
Tag: limerick
Goods and chattels
Wife and mother, a damn uphill battle!
She’s treated like goods or a chattel!
Fucked, beaten and cursed,
Or ignored, which was worst…
She’d much rather be one of his cattle!
Short shrift
Though she’d begged, she’d been given short shrift…
Defloration was brutal and swift.
Although still underaged,
She was not, like, outraged,
But was, quite understandably, miffed!
Bitter and twisted
She was left a bit bitter and twisted…
She’d said no, and cried, and resisted…
Been fucked nonetheless!
Might as well have said yes,
Since the bastard had bloody insisted!
Dirt
Her man drinks, gambles, treats her like dirt,
Calls her prick-teaser. Cunt. Dirty flirt.
Filthy slut. Fucking whore.
Yet she comes back for more,
Begging “Fuck me!” Embracing the hurt.
Still waters
She presented as dull and strait-laced,
And yet dreamed about being disgraced…
A wild, sordid affair,
But, of course, didn’t dare…
Virgin still… such a pitiful waste!
Reading the room
She could tell, from the bulge in his pants,
That he entertained thoughts of romance…
Of the physical kind…
Which she wouldn’t much mind…
Lucky bastard was in with a chance!
Initiation
Master / Slave contract sealed and signed…
Hours, penalties, such, all defined…
He said “Suck my cock, bitch!”
A bit brutal, but which
Was of course how it all was designed.
Slumming it
He frequents the slums, tenement housing,
Quite dangerous, yet so arousing!
Teen mothers, young whores,
Lounging, sluttish at doors…
Never buying, of course, only browsing!
Of mice and men
“In this world, there are just men and mice,”
Said his old man. “I wouldn’t think twice.
If you think you’re a chance
To get into her pants,
Grab her pussy, why not? Roll the dice!”