Naked, angry, things look pretty bleak.
Just her luck! Her date’s some kind of freak.
Nipples clamped, bound and gagged,
Prodded, poked, roughly shagged,
And the best she can do is just squeak!
Tag: limerick
Hicksville
“In small towns,” she said, “ain’t much to do…
Ride in cars, smoke, get drunk till you spew.
Do some drugs, fuck and fight,
Same thing, night after night…
Mostly just findin’ new ways to screw.”
Heft
Fucking hell! Just how big’s this guy’s prick?
A foot long, it seems, lumpy and thick!
And its heft, and its bulk!
Though she’s not one to sulk,
God! It’s like being fucked with a brick!
Trespass
Though the evidence wasn’t conclusive,
As far as it’s being abusive,
To fuck her did seem
(And a court would so deem),
At the very least, somewhat intrusive.
The tension
Could he not wait a minute? she cursed.
God! Her poor swollen bladder might burst!
Like a bloody balloon!
If he doesn’t come soon,
She’ll… what? Piss on the bastard, at worst.
An unexpected pleasure
She was rather put out, and quite rightfully…
Cunt worse for wear (but not frightfully).
Fucked like a whore!
Though she fought him, and swore,
Still she came. God, she came! Damn delightfully!
Time to leave
“Watcha doin’ bitch, standin’ there nude?
You want rootin’? I ain’t in the mood.
Suck my dick maybe, though,
And then get up and go
Fetch a beer and cook me some food!”
Sleep no more
As roots go, it was just mediocre.
But still, the damn practical joker,
He’d have his sly fun…
Pull her dress down when done…
Easy in…out…in… What if he woke her?
If
She should probably root the bloke, shouldn’t she,
Could, if she wanted to, couldn’t she?
Say he’s her first,
(Just a white lie, at worst).
God! She’d make the poor bastard’s day, wouldn’t she!
A certain inevitability
He’d be rooting her shortly , she sensed,
And she involuntarily tensed,
As he groped her down there…
It just seemed so unfair!
If he’d asked… but with which he’d dispensed.