She was thrown in a dungeon. Clank, clank!
Naked, chained to the wall. Her heart sank.
God! How helpless she felt!
He unfastened his belt…
And the rest is a merciful blank.
Tag: limerick
Cool under pressure
He was pushy and rude, but damn hot!
When he fucked her it hurt… quite a lot…
He had such a big cock!
She got over her shock,
And said “Really? Is that all you’ve got?”
In her dreams
She’d gone out for a walk and been taken…
Some desolate place… godforsaken!
He’d screwed her of course…
There’d been some use of force…
A strange dream she’d recall when she’d waken.
Slumming it
“I must say, she does rather surpass
Expectation for one of her class,”
Old Sir Walter admits…
“She has jolly fine tits,
And of course, too, that quite superb arse!”
Dress code
Gosh, she thought, all these people are staring…
Perhaps it’s this dress that I’m wearing…
It’s see-through, I guess…
Like I’m nude, more or less…
For a funeral, maybe too daring!
The chatting up
He said “Miss, if I might be so bold,
You may think that I’m sleazy and old,
But I’m rich, and I’ve got
A big house and a yacht,
And a very nice penis, I’m told.”
Cold as charity
One must do what one can for the poor,
Said his lordship. Say, take that young whore…
One might give her some trade…
She gets fucked, she gets paid…
That she’s so young, of course, we deplore!
Tryst
She’d gone out on the heath for a ramble,
In hope they might meet, a sly gamble.
They did, indeed, too…
No-one saw, no-one knew,
And they kissed… which was just the preamble!
Toy
She lay spreadeagled, nude, while he toyed
With her cunt, which she rather enjoyed,
But was somewhat absurd…
She’d have sort of preferred
He just fuck her, and felt, well, annoyed.
Brat
She grabbed hold of his cock and she spat,
And then started to rub it, the brat…
Then a suck, and a lick,
And, well, that did the trick…
And he came on her face and tits… splat!