God! she thought, with sigh and a pout.
Can the fool of a man be in doubt?
Has he no common sense?
Yes! She fucking consents!
Must she bend over, spread ’em and shout!
Tag: limerick
Gift of the gods
Her long legs, slender hips, her taut flank…
Which beneficent god should he thank?
Her insouciant grin…
Such a joy to be in!
And that pert little bottom to spank!
To boldly go…
She says yes, though she isn’t that keen…
He can fuck her where no man has been…
Other girls do it, right?
Oh God! Ouch! It’s so tight!
Is he doing it just to be mean?
Asking nicely
He grinned, grabbing a fistful of boob…
“Babe,” he said. “Can you pass me the lube?
Now get down on your knees…
Spread your arse and say please!
God, that’s tight! Better use the whole tube!”
Feminine logic
“So, just what are you fucking implying?”
She said. “Have you been fucking spying?
You say I’m a slut…
I might be, maybe, but
Anybody who says so is lying!”
The try-on
“God!” he said, rolling off her and sighing.
“Control yourself woman! Stop crying!
I know you said no…
Get your clothes on and go…
You can’t blame a bloke, though, for just trying!”
Room service
He’s not handsome, or wealthy, but still…
If he tries on a fuck, as he will,
Shit, she thought, might as well.
It’s a fancy hotel,
And, like, he’s the one paying the bill.
The duffer
She said “Darling, you’re sweet, but a duffer!
Girls like being fucked a bit rougher…
Go on! Squeeze my tit!
My cunt ain’t gonna split!
Spank my arse! Yell out suffer, babe suffer!”
Navel gazing
“Look at this!” she said, smiling inscrutably,
“Just like a cunt! Irrefutably!
Smaller, perhaps,
And no little pink flaps,
But, I reckon, quite possibly rootably!”
Pucker up
Well, of course, she was nervous and frightened…
Her poor anus puckered and tightened!
He spat on her bum,
And he worked in his thumb,
Then his cock, as her clenched fingers whitened!