All the awkwardness, stress and expense…
What if somehow he caused her offence?
Better just be a loner,
Stay home, stroke his boner…
No girls… shit it only makes sense!
Tag: limerick
The sporting life
Faced with sex, Cath’lic girls are quite wary…
Some do and some don’t… results vary…
The good sports who will
Mostly don’t use the pill…
Just rely on a quick Hail Mary.
Faux pas
When he asked her, she went all subdued,
His beloved, the woman he’d wooed…
“I’m inclined to say no,”
She said… “Tell you to go,
But it’s just… I don’t want to seem rude.”
Personal space
“My cute pussy, to which you allude,
Though you called it my cunt… rather crude…
Is my own to employ,
For my personal joy,
Not for yours,” she said. “Go and get screwed!”
Fluidity
She’d not normally very much mind,
And was more or less, frankly, resigned,
Though of course it damn sucked,
To the fact she’d be fucked,
And was not, in truth, much disinclined.
Post-feminist
Once a feminist, long since recanted,
“Right there, big boy! Harder!” she panted…
A self-confessed slut,
She did love to fuck, but
Not, of course, being taken for granted.
At her majesty’s pleasure
“You may fuck me,” Her Highness said regally…
How could a man say no, legally?
Women undressed her,
Her priest came and blessed her…
He lay down, she mounted him eagerly!
Shock and awe
She emerged from the fuck somewhat dazed,
Pussy gaping, legs wobbly, eyes glazed…
What a shocking surprise…
The man’s cock… its great size…
For, in retrospect, though, God be praised!
Pro tempore
When they fucked, he was rough, sometimes scarily…
Still, he would do, temporarily…
Yes, he might curse,
Maybe rape her… or worse…
Only maybe though… not necessarily.
On a mission
Young and pretty, a girl on a mission…
Fuck plenty… a noble ambition!
She even kept score…
Ranked and rated, what’s more…
A fine slut, of her own sweet volition.