He got hard when they kissed. Not surprising;
Impressively so, no disguising!
She thought “My, oh my!
Well, I’ve found my new guy…
A good sort, and I’m also upsizing!”
Tag: limerick
Not that kind of girl
Not the kind of girl guys would give rings to,
Not someone a nice fellow brings to
His house. “Meet the folks!”
No, she drinks and she smokes…
More the kind just to do filthy things to!
The swine!
Tall and handsome! The way that he walked,
Things he said, just the way that he talked…
Said he loved her and that…
Well, she did smell a rat…
But by then she’d already been porked!
Gone astray
In her little chemise, of white cotton,
Her mother’s advice quite forgotten,
Her panties gone south,
And his cock in her mouth…
What a scoundrel! How perfectly rotten!
Not playing fair
It began as a game… Bound and gagged,
Cold and sore, the poor girl’s spirits sagged.
It had barely begun
When it ceased to be fun,
But by then, she’d already been shagged!
No joy-ride
When he’d tied her up, yeah, she’d been willing,
(Some fantasy he was fulfilling),
She couldn’t escape…
It was pretty much rape…
Well, at least, one might say, less than thrilling!
The compromise
Though their marriage was fairly robust,
Lots of sex, (but not very much lust),
They both turned a blind eye
To stray roots, the odd lie,
As one might, to save pain, and so must.
The house-keeper
A cold fish? Or just dull? Man or mouse?
Still she’d snare him, feign love, be his spouse.
He’d fall into her arms,
Fool… succumb to her charms!
And he came with a very nice house.
On thin ice
In her tight blouse and hot little skirt,
If she wants to be cheeky and flirt,
Be a prick-tease, in fact,
Well… it might be an act,
But then… one little fuck wouldn’t hurt!
An honest mistake
“Me? A virgin? You’re kidding!” she bluffed.
“Check my pussy! Dog-eared and scuffed!”
She was lying, he guessed,
(As she later confessed),
But by then, she’d already been stuffed!