“To the whipping post! Let her be scourged!
Flog the blasphemous bitch!” the crowd urged.
Sentenced, publicly stripped,
Satisfyingly whipped…
She had very nice tits, it emerged.
Tag: limerick
A grain of truth
If I do, will he then think the less o’ me?
Won’t his big cock make a mess o’ me?
Maybe, she’d guess,
Still, she gives in, says yes,
And gets starkers, and spreads! Open sesame!
Party games
Pretty drunk, she just lay, glassy-eyed,
Pussy dribbling a bit, open wide.
He unbuttoned his pants.
Well, why pass up the chance?
Not too lively, but still, a free ride!
Sarsaparilla
He pulled over, said “Want a root, dear?”
She cried “We can’t have a root here,
With cars driving by!”
Then she started to cry.
“Aww”,he said “then I’ll have a root beer.”
Small sins
Not a slut, but a frequent transgressor,
She said to her father-confessor.
Was sex still a sin,
If not all the way in,
Or, perhaps, she hoped, somehow, a lesser?
Sneak preview
“Ooh la la! Mad’moiselle, c’est tres chic!”
Said the salon guy, slimy damn sneak!
“Please, try this one as well!”
But, of course, she could tell
He just wanted another damn peek!
Window dressing
Miniskirt, halter, stockings of mesh,
Maiden offering, smooth, shining flesh!
Breasts as firm as ripe fruit,
His to have and to root!
Perhaps virginal, tender and fresh!
To everything there is a seasoning
The redoubtable Catherine of Aragon
Noble and virtuous paragon,
Banished and spurned!
Had the tables been turned,
She’d have roasted him, seasoned with tarragon!
Rapture
Smitten, awestruck, enraptured, she gazed,
By excess of desire quite crazed,
As his penis unfurled,
Rampant, droplet be-pearled,
Like the leg of a beast, God be praised!
Frill-necked lizard
“Well then! What have we here?” (Eyes twinkling.)
“My goodness! So big!” She laughed, (tinkling).
“Good Lord! Bigger still!”
She cried, tickling its frill,
As his penis continued unwrinkling!