He or she (hard to say still which gender)
Made love to her, gentle and tender…
More hotly they kissed…
Should she struggle, resist…
Or just open herself and surrender?
Tag: limerick
Faux pas
When he fondled her tits she saw red…
She abused him and sobbed as she fled,
Which she mightn’t have done…
Might have thought it quite fun,
If the fool had just asked first instead!
Yes. Please.
One night stands… not her usual style,
But she’d not had a root for a while,
So she figured why not…
(The nice car, the big yacht)…
And said yes, with a cock-sucking smile.
All for love
The poor girl, still completely besotted,
Lay naked, his spent semen clotted
On belly, on thighs,
On her chin and her eyes…
“Well,” she thought, “that’s my copybook blotted!”
On the spectrum
The whole issue had sort of been skirted;
The whippings, the things he inserted…
The pleasure he’d gain
From inflicting her pain…
Was he kinky… or fucking perverted?
Cleanliness
She created a bit of a scene
About whether the bedsheets were clean;
“I’m not getting in there
Look! There’s somebody’s hair!”
(And the cum stains she still hadn’t seen.)
Clarity
I’m a bit of a slut, she admits.
Any guy, anywhere that it fits!
Like, I can’t get enough…
I like being fucked rough…
Up the arse too, as long as he spits.
Lost on him
Pulled her panties up, snapped the elastic…
“Wow! Thanks!” she said. “Fuckin’ fantastic!”
He grinned and said “Right!
Up the arse! Nice and tight!”
“Fuck!” she said. I was bein’ sarcastic!”
Fate worse than death
Dressed up nice for the dance, her first date…
Had a few drinks… some more… whoops! Too late!
Out the back, throwing up…
Part of just growing up…
Being rooted like that… it’s just fate.
A sting in the tail
She thought “Golly! I’ve been a bit rash!
Who’d have ever imagined he’d thrash
My poor bottom like this?”
As again came the hiss
And the sting of the kiss of the lash!