The green men, in their big flying saucer,
Kidnapped her. They didn’t quite force her…
They each had two cocks…
Long and green, hard as rocks…
Gosh! she thought. Would her husband divorce her?
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Ifs, buts and maybes
“Wanna fuck?” he said. She said “Say what?
Lemme see it… Is that all you got?
Lemme suck it and see…
You can have that for free…
Then I’ll fuck it maybe. Maybe not.”
Supply and demand
She’d not been very hard to convince…
Goodness knows, she’d dropped plenty of hints!
Guess it just goes to show,
That some men are just slow…
She thought, giving her pussy a rinse.
Mixed feelings
At the sight of his dungeon, a chill
Runs right through her, she feels quite ill!
Yet the thought of the things
That he’ll do to her brings
An intense, sudden, sexual thrill!
Handbag
The poor girl, so in love, so confused…
Was she just there to keep him amused?
To look good by his side,
While she’s dying inside?
To be fucked, when he liked, and abused?
The sap still rising
She was broad-hipped, impressively busty,
Not young any more, but still lusty.
She loved being screwed,
And looked fabulous nude,
Lovely pussy, if just a bit musty.
Come and gone
At an age where her prospects had dwindled,
Romance had, at last, it seemed, kindled!
She lowered her pants,
Leaving nothing to chance,
But next morning found out she’d been swindled!
Turning point
She should maybe have sex with this guy.
He was cute. Not a word of a lie!
All her friends thought she had…
Could it be all that bad?
It was sort of why not, more than why.
Supersize me
It had not looked that big in the shop…
Ready… Try it again, from the top…
Got the knob in…OK…
A bit more… All the way!
Harder! Faster! Oh fuck! Yeah! Don’t stop!
Bottoms up!
God, I’m horny! she thought. What’s to fuck?
Not the pineapple… ouch! Might get stuck!
The zucchini? Too tame.
The cucumber? Same, same.
The champagne bottle! Fat end. Here’s luck!