The fuck came to a juddering halt…
“That’s the wrong fucking hole, you great dolt!”
She exclaimed. Such a shame…
It had felt just the same…
It was dark… It was hardly his fault.
Tag: limerick
Going through the motions
He supposed she might just have been tired.
Poor girl, she seemed less than inspired.
She fucked him, okay,
In a bored sort of way.
She did all that was strictly required.
The screamer
His huge cock was too big for her, really…
Fucking well did for her, nearly!
Strange as it seems,
Though, despite all the screams,
She enjoyed it immensely, quite clearly!
The vagina
The vagina, that pink, shining portal
To heaven! He said, with a chortle.
So easy to find…
Most girls don’t seem to mind…
And a chap’s, after all, only mortal!
Ice melting
She was frigid, but once, if ignored,
She’d been fingered and licked some, she thawed,
To become quite the slut…
Well, not utterly, but…
Very fucking unladylike! Lord!
Sluggish
His cock lay there, an ugly pink slug.
She reluctantly gave it a tug…
To her pleasant surprise,
It grew greatly in size,
And slipped into her, lovely and snug!
Maidenhood
Though by nature shy, modest and staid,
Lest she grow up to be an old maid,
Hook or crook, wrong or right,
She decided one night,
Better go out and get herself laid!
Cold comfort
Her cold heart began, slowly, to melt.
If she’d known how the poor fellow felt…
He’d confessed though, at last…
More tongue! Not so damn fast!
She cried, clasping his head, where he knelt.
History repeats itself
He hooked up with this girl, an old flame…
Ancient history now, a damn shame,
He, like, just wasn’t ready,
Back then, to go steady.
He’d liked how she screamed when she came!
Taming of the shrew
Eyes rolled up in the back of her head,
She came hard, jumped all over the bed!
The damn gurgling and twitching
At least stopped her bitching…
He’d thought she might maybe be dead.