He was morally bloody impaired…
Things he did to her made her damn scared!
Dirty, painful, disgusting…
A woman less trusting
Might well have got mad, or despaired!
Tag: limerick
Codicil
When I said yes, she said, what I meant,
Was like yeah… to a certain extent…
You could fuck me… you know…
In my pussy but, though…
Not my arse, which is right where it went!
Self-knowledge
I’m a bit of a slut, she confessed…
Well, an easy lay, maybe, at best…
But I don’t give a damn!
If I am, then I am…
If I say so myself, though in jest!
First date
She’d been asked on a date… which was good!
When he tried to have sex, which he would…
(With the way she was dressed),
Well, she’d fuck him, she guessed,
It was just, pretty much, understood.
Honesty
My one talent, she told the guy, smirking,
Is getting my kit off and twerking…
My tits and my bum…
Might not seem much to some,
But pays good, and it’s better than working!
The direct approach
“Gosh! You frightened me out of my wits,
When you grabbed me like that, by the tits,”
She said, giggling with shock…
“And just look at your cock…
So damn big! Let’s just see how it fits!”
Another Saturday night
God! I must be a bit of a whore!
She thought. Nuthin’ to see but the floor…
Hangin’ over a chair,
Naked, arse in the air,
And a line-up of blokes out the door!
Big boy
Oh my god, she thought, somewhat aghast…
It’s so big! “Wait…” she said. “Not so fast!
Lick my pussy a bit…
Use your fingers and spit…
Take your time, big boy, let’s make this last!”
Holding all the cards
She was sexy as hell, and she knew it…
She could have just teased him, but screw it…
The guy was damn hot!
Let him screw her, why not?
Make him beg, yeah, but not overdo it.
Swamp rat
An ol shack in the swamp, dank n squalid.
She lived there. He fed her. It follered
He’d fuck her n worse…
Whup her ass, scream n curse
Ne’mind how much his jism she swallered.