Weaned too early, according to Freud.
So he said, and though sometimes annoyed
By his wanting to suck…
(Could they just have a fuck?)
Being sucked she, in fact, quite enjoyed.
Tag: limerick
Bad Santa
Merry Christmas! Ho, ho, fucking ho!
Wanna sit on my lap, girlie? No?
OK. What about Mum?
Slide that hot mummy bum
Down on Santa’s big cock. Way to go!
Last Christmas
Dear boys and girls (little bitch whores!)
All those presents you wanted? Up yours!
Fuck them reindeer too!
And your mothers! Boo hoo!
In fact, fuck fuckin’ Christmas!
S. Claus
Misgivings
What a bloody damn foolish mistake,
For a sensible woman to make!
To give in and say yes!
Had she come? Sort of, yes…
But her moaning and such were all fake.
Tacky
Sex was great! Sex was fun! So she’d heard…
But she found the whole thing quite absurd.
All the squelching, the grunts…
Having done it, then, once,
She’d not bother again, mark her word!
Rough edges
Well, she said, a rough fuck may impinge
On one’s rights, but it does rather hinge
On one’s wants and one’s needs…
To be fucked till it bleeds,
Or just hurt, maybe just a wee twinge.
Gathering rosebuds
A complexion like porcelain china,
Firm, perky tits, pretty vagina,
Tight arse, slender thighs,
Cheeky, mischievous eyes…
Her young age a concern… although minor.
Besties
It had been just a mild, drunken frolic…
She’s not a complete alcoholic!
A bit of a fling,
Just a fuck, no big thing,
With her bestie… like… kinda symbolic!
Ursine
About seven foot, covered with hair,
The man looked, smelled and fucked like a bear!
Half grossed out, half enthralled,
She felt like she’d been mauled…
Didn’t kill her, but gave her a scare!
Can’t buy me love
The poor fool, she thought, stifling a laugh,
Mooning round like a damn lovesick calf!
If it weren’t for his money…
She cooed “Kiss me, honey!”
And winked at his lackeys and staff.