As fucks go, it was rather extreme…
So much so that she let out a scream!
Had he come yet, or what?
No, apparently not…
He just seemed to have run out of steam.
Tag: limerick
A big night
Sick, hungover, a bit muddle-headed…
She’d gone out, got drunk and been bedded…
She’d got home somehow…
When she pissed, she yelped “Ow!”
Yep, her pussy was pretty much shredded!
Ensnared
Wooed or groomed, or intrigued, or ensnared….
She now found herself naked and scared,
On her back, on his bed…
God! She’d rather be dead…
Okay… maybe not dead, she despaired.
Captured
The young amazon, powerful, lithe,
Could do nothing but grimace and writhe…
Naked, spreadeagled, bound
To the stakes in the ground…
His cock cut through her cunt like a scythe!
Marathon
“Fucking hell!” she cried. “Give me a break!
I’m worn out! my cunt hurts and I ache!
It’s been… what… like an hour?
Let’s go take a shower…
Fuck later some more, for god’s sake!”
The stitch-up
She woke up naked, cold, on a slab,
In that strange Doctor Frankenstein’s lab,
Frightened out of her wits…
Someone else’s big tits…
How she wished she’d gone home in a cab!
One whore town
A saloon whore in some one horse town,
Half drunk, tits hanging out of her gown,
Her job mainly to fuck
Any guy with a buck,
Be he black, white, red, yellow or brown.
Black mass
She was into drugs, sex, the satanic,
But that night went into a panic!
Her turn to be raped…
She stood trembling and gaped…
Not a big cock… more fucking titanic!
Moving on
She moved on from affair to affair…
It would seem that she hadn’t a care!
Broken heart? Marriage wrecked?
One was led to suspect,
If at all she was barely aware!
Saturday night special
Scowling, negligee tattered and filmy,
She said “Though the thought doesn’t thrill me,
It’s Saturday night,
And it’s not worth the fight,
And I guess a damn fuck wouldn’t kill me.”