Young.. fresh meat, as they say in the trade…
But she’d fucked the wrong guy, I’m afraid…
It was dark, she’d been drinking…
But what was she thinking?
Virginity sadly mislaid!
Tag: limerick
Memory is a fickle thing
“Want a root?” the guy says, and she nods…
And they all give her one, shoot their wads…
She’s drunk, barely aware,
Doesn’t seem to much care…
Might remember, but what are the odds?
Johnny on the spot
Cherry something of which to be rid…
Maybe auction it… “What am I bid?”
But she just twerked her arse
At a boy in her class,
Stroked his cock, budding jock… in it slid!
Gourmand
Yum, he thought…lovely bit of fresh meat,
Young and lean, tender, juicy and sweet…
Some breast first, or some rump?
Both deliciously plump…
Then her pussy, to fuck or to eat!
Caught her on a bad day
Although frequently that way inclined
She thought twice but politely declined…
He just wanted a fuck…
Sorry mister, bad luck…
Maybe some other time she’d not mind.
Small things
She’d been raped, in a stable, a stall…
He wore glasses, she’d later recall,
Well-made shoes, a nice hat
They’d been watched by a cat…
And his cock was surprisingly small.
Me Tarzan
The sex life of Tarzan of the apes
Features creatures all sizes and shapes,
Then along comes Me Jane…
Who resists, but in vain,
Whom he strips of her jodhpurs and rapes.
A muddle
It turned into a bit of a muddle…
She just wanted someone to cuddle..
The chap had his way…
There she lies, in dismay,
Oozing semen, awash in a puddle!
Good intentions
Is it love? She should know it’s not so…
She’d intended… she had… to say no…
But he’d badgered and pressed her…
Had well nigh undressed her…
She thought “Shit, just go with the flow.”
Terms of business
“Want some nookie?” she said as she twerked her
Cute ass, shook her titties and jerked her
Thong tight up her gash…
“Nope, I ain’t got no cash,”
Said the john. “Fuck on credit…?” which irked her.