Fucking other girls wasn’t the same.
A plain root, somehow, now seemed so tame!
Whips and chains, nasty toys…
Other girls, other boys …
She did things that perhaps had no name!
Tag: limerick
Cock and bull
Mum said “Darling, a word to the wise.
Men go on about cocks and their size,
How their own, so they claim,
Puts a donkey to shame!
In their dreams, love. It’s mostly all lies!”
Automation
Well! At first sight, of course, she’d recoiled,
Felt cheapened, exploited and soiled!
A fucking-machine?
Was it safe? Was it clean?
God! She hoped that big cock was well oiled!
Bravado
Though she’d promised to not peek, she’d lied.
“It would make a grown girl weep!” she’d cried.
“Like a battering ram!
Call me foolish. I am!
“But I want it,” God knows, “deep inside!”
First date
Her first date! Her mum whispered “Now, Bessie,
He seems nice. His outfit’s quite dressy,
But, suit or no suit,
He’ll be wanting a root,
Which, you’ll find, will be terribly messy!”
Absolution
She sobbed, “Father! It’s so damn involved!
It’s as if the damn whole world revolved
Around him! And, well, yes,
We’ve had sex, I confess.
Do you think that I might be absolved?”
Cheeky
Bosom thrust out, pert, chewing her gum,
Skirt just short of the cheeks of her bum,
And no knickers, the bitch!
Just the way that they twitch
Quite sufficient to get off, for some!
Hanging out
They were buddies. He had a nice build …
They smoked dope sometimes, hung out and chilled.
Since she flirted a bit,
Grabbed his crotch, flashed some tit,
As you’d kind of expect, she got drilled!
Homecoming
She went home, her new dress stained and tattered,
No panties, cum-covered, bespattered!
She could have said no,
In fact may have done, though,
Not, of course, that it fucking well mattered!
First kiss
There was a young girl from Moruya;
Just had her first kiss! Hallelujah!
She whispered to Mum,
Who came over all glum,
And said “Next, he’ll be wantin’ to screw ya!”