With good roots being, shall we say, sparse,
She mused, though one’s, of course, upper class,
One makes do, as one must,
To one’s utmost disgust,
Being fucked up one’s virginal arse.
Tag: limerick
In the now
Ample-titted, round-arsed, ginger-muffed,
Pussy ragged, dog-eared and scuffed,
She was up for whatever,
Like “never say never”…
So long as she didn’t get snuffed.
The lady of the house
How undignified… crudely restrained,
And stark naked, one’s arse being caned!
Being fucked like a whore…
Still, life can be a bore,
And this keeps one, at least, entertained.
Expediency
Though she knew that to root him was wrong…
Though she fought, he was simply too strong…
She was already nude.
She was gonna be screwed,
Which resistance would only prolong.
Pussy for sale
The sign said
PRETTY PUSSY FOR SALE
LOVES GAMES. YOUNG AND FRISKY. NO TAIL 🙂
BLUE EYES, GINGER FUR
COME AND PLAY. MAKE HER PURR!
UP THE STAIRS. KNOCK THREE TIMES. ASK FOR GAIL
Who ya gonna call?
When she blew him, she somehow mistimed…
WTF? OMG! Fuck! she mimed,
Her mouth full of his goo,
(And her nostrils now, too)…
As she screamed to herself “I’ve been slimed!”
Enough
“We’ll get married one day”… the old lie,
She thought, wiping herself, with a sigh.
Still, the sex was okay…
Quite enough, in a way…
And he loved her, he said… pigs might fly!
Sore loser
She likes sex, but she might like it more,
If the men didn’t call her a whore…
And, like, make her do stuff
Kinda dirty and rough,
And her arse and her pussy get sore.
The commute
“I’d slept in… late for work… I was rushing…
No panties… no time!” she said, blushing.
“God! How to explain?
This cute guy on the train…
I got so hot, my pussy was gushing!”
Lateral thinking
When he came she said “Yuk!” and “Ah phooey!
This stuff is gross! Fishy and gooey…
Don’t go for the taste…
It would go less to waste
Bacon-flavoured maybe, and more chewy.