As the day dragged on, stifling a yawn,
“Serves me right, staying up until dawn,”
She thought. “Wish I’d been drunk,
Getting screwed by some hunk,
Not at home, jilling off, watching porn!”
Tag: limerick
A toe in the door
The poor girl was distinctly on edge,
When he whipped out his meat and two veg.
Though she started to cry,
In the blink of an eye,
He’d slipped in the thick end of his wedge!
Doing her duty
Dashing, handsome, his blue eyes hypnotic,
The uniform strangely erotic.
“Alright, you big brute,
Yes, I’ll give you a root.
Well, to not would seem unpatriotic!”
Malice aforethought
A tit perv? Just a casual gawker?
Perhaps just an innocent walker.
She does, though, suspect
That his cock was erect.
He might well be a rapist, a stalker!
Gordian knots
To have fucked her like that was damn spiteful.
The being tied up, too, just frightful!
Was she, though, to blame,
Since she had, to her shame,
Found the whole wretched saga delightful?
The birds and the bees
“Women, son, have a part underneath,”
Said his Dad,”a pink hole, like a sheath,
And, of course, this is there
To be fucked, but take care.
Some, I’ve heard, are like coon traps, with teeth!”
Fact and fiction
True, her orgasm may have been fake,
(How much noise can one small woman make?)
But her blood-curdling scream
Was legit, it did seem,
When he slipped up her arse by mistake.
Eros
Even clothed, she was rather damn fetching,
But naked, posed, watching him sketching …
Not beauty, the arts,
His thoughts strayed to those parts
That he longed to be poking and stretching!
His train of thought
Her breasts swaying, the way she was bending,
Dress fallen away, his thoughts tending
To carnal delight,
Which the wench perhaps might
Be soliciting, bloody intending!
By-blow
The poor maid in whose knickers he’d ferreted,
Fate, sadly, worse than she merited,
Willing or not,
Was dismissed on the spot,
And the scion concerned disinherited.