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!
Tag: limerick
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.
Interior monologue
“God!” she thought. “This is rather provoking!
His cock down my throat, half damn choking!
Oh great! Now he’s come…
But… he’s fucking my bum!
Bloody hell! The man’s got to be joking!”
Living on the edge
If found out, she’d be disowned, disgraced.
Still, no need for such unseemly haste!
With a bit of bad luck,
This might be her last fuck…
Not to savour it, sinful damn waste!