Playing fantasies, lewd and unfettered,
He watched her each night, silhouetted
Against her drawn blind,
(If she knew, would she mind?)
Till the front of his trousers was wetted!
Tag: limerick
Transfixed
A bit sooky, a weeper and wailer,
Her face had gone suddenly paler.
She watched his cock grow,
Sobbing “Gosh! Now I know
Why the girls call you Brad the Impaler!”
Indefatigable
She was one damn insatiable wench!
A libido a man couldn’t quench!
She’d take on the whole team,
Till they ran out of steam,
Then take on the reserves off the bench!
Virtual reality
Her soft tits, her lips, so real-seeming!
Oh shit! Not again! Only dreaming.
He sobbed, as he lay,
His mind stuck on REPLAY,
And his hard little penis live-streaming!
Ripping yarn
The girl’s tears, her forcible stripping!
The sound of her underwear ripping!
The hiss and the crack
Of the lash on her back!
Oh God! Yes! How he loved a good whipping!
The hand of god
They’re all hypocrites, most of them wowsers!
They spend half their lives on their browsers,
One hand on the mouse,
In the dark, in their house,
And the other one stuck down their trousers!
Spinner
When he whipped out his cock, she thought “Golly!
So big!” But resistance was folly;
Picked up like a doll,
Screwed in this and that hole!
And how was it? Oh, jolly. Just jolly.
Hoochie-coochie
Nekkid, swiggin’ a big jar of hooch,
Ellie-May snuggled up to her pooch,
A damn mean-lookin’ critter;
She owned that he’d bit her,
One time when she gave him a smooch!
Durability
“Goddamn pussies are tough as damn teak!”
Said her Mom. “You can fuck for a week,
Squeeze out babies, get weird!
They just get dog-eared,
And maybe make cunt-farts and squeak.”
Pedestrian
Being limp-dicked, ashamed and remorseful,
But, nonetheless, rather resourceful,
He finished the screw
With the toe of her shoe,
Though he need not have been quite so forceful!