My one talent, she told the guy, smirking,
Is getting my kit off and twerking…
My tits and my bum…
Might not seem much to some,
But pays good, and it’s better than working!
Tag: limerick
The direct approach
“Gosh! You frightened me out of my wits,
When you grabbed me like that, by the tits,”
She said, giggling with shock…
“And just look at your cock…
So damn big! Let’s just see how it fits!”
Another Saturday night
God! I must be a bit of a whore!
She thought. Nuthin’ to see but the floor…
Hangin’ over a chair,
Naked, arse in the air,
And a line-up of blokes out the door!
Big boy
Oh my god, she thought, somewhat aghast…
It’s so big! “Wait…” she said. “Not so fast!
Lick my pussy a bit…
Use your fingers and spit…
Take your time, big boy, let’s make this last!”
Holding all the cards
She was sexy as hell, and she knew it…
She could have just teased him, but screw it…
The guy was damn hot!
Let him screw her, why not?
Make him beg, yeah, but not overdo it.
Swamp rat
An ol shack in the swamp, dank n squalid.
She lived there. He fed her. It follered
He’d fuck her n worse…
Whup her ass, scream n curse
Ne’mind how much his jism she swallered.
Hope he’s worth it
Pussy waxing’s the norm, can’t be helped,
She kept telling herself… then she yelped!
It might hurt, someone said,
You could just shave instead…
But it felt like her cunt had been scalped!
Cold water
“Oh my god!” she screamed. “What are you thinking?
Damn pervert! You must have been drinking!
Fuck you? Not a chance!
Put it back in your pants!”
And he sighed, his cock rapidly shrinking.
Putting him in his place
“I must say, this is rather depressing,”
She said, getting on with undressing.
“You can, and you will
Fuck me, maybe, but still,
Your small dick is some sort of a blessing!”
Witch-hunt
Who’d have wanted to be a damn witch?
Dobbed in likely, by some local snitch,
Shunned and feared, called names,
Or consigned to the flames,
Persecuted for sport by the rich.