She was too short, or he was too tall, so
He picked her up, back to the wall, so
She dropped on his cock,
Swollen hard as a rock,
First her cunt, and her arsehole then, also.
Tag: limerick
Where there’s smoke
His lewd threats… her own damn silly fault,
Taken all with a large grain of salt…
Understandable, still…
It does seem the man will
Bloody rape her, it dawns with a jolt!
Brute
She, in retrospect, must have been blind,
Not to see that he’d be so unkind…
To resort to brute force!
Sort of rape… well of course…
But quite fun, of a curious kind.
Ambiguity
Lovely breasts, but ambiguous gender…
A new thrill, thought Madam Big Spender.
Nice cock , to begin…
Then, the more wicked sin,
Cunt-to-cunt on that big double ender!
Youth and beauty
Just her youth and her beauty sufficed…
He was already rather enticed…
Still a virgin, what’s more…
Her first time as a whore…
And the goods were attractively priced!
Love and marriage
“Love and marriage, so terribly kitsch!”
She said. “Look, you can call me a bitch,
But I’ll just try my luck,
Till I find World’s Best Fuck…
Who might hopefully, also be rich!”
Gone fishin
Does she love him? Nah! Not even fond.
There must be bigger fish in the pond!
Yeah, to tell the damn truth,
She’s just wasting her youth…
Trash his car. Take her jewels. Abscond!
Let down
She looks lovely… except that set frown…
Is she peeved? She looks somehow let down…
Splendid lactating breasts,
On display for his guests,
In her new, rather low-cut (wet?) gown.
At the club
How damn long can she take to disrobe?
And for christ-bloody-sake, why the strobe?
Come on! Show us your tits!
To not get the damn shits,
One must needs have the patience of Job!
Living the dream
Fucking’s better than porn, like, more real,
Though wives don’t shout “fuck me” and squeal,
And hookers look bored…
Like this woman.. Good lord!
What, if anything does this whore feel?