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!
Tag: limerick
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.
Indecent haste
Lubrication? A quick spit, or none.
Just a harmless enough bit of fun…
She’s been hoping he might
Take more time, stay the night…
But it’s always more like hit and run.
Meretricious
Yep. Her body’s her fortune… kerrr…chinggg!
Screw this rich guy for money and bling.
Nice house, flash car and such…
Life’s a ball, pretty much…
Got his dick on the end of a string!
Trophy wife
Dressed in silks, daubed with rare fragrant oils,
Bejewelled hair plaited in coils,
She sits by the king,
Poor young, innocent thing,
Prize of war. To the victor the spoils!
Getting what’s coming to her
Serves her right, the damn pert little tease!
He thought, pushing it in by degrees.
Bloody jiggling her tits…
Well, bitch, see how this fits!
(Very nicely, a lovely tight squeeze!)