As she stared at his cock, where she knelt,
She thought “What if he knew how it felt?
Kneeling there, mouth agape…
Pretty much oral rape…
If he knew how he tasted and smelt!
Tag: limerick
Owned
Oh my god, she exhaustedly moaned
I ain’t just been bent over and boned…
Been fucked ev’ry which way…
Like I said yes… okay…
But I ain’t just been fucked, I been owned!
A lost cause
She likes music her mother calls noise,
Sex and drugs, booze and very bad boys…
Bad girls too… nasty men…
Being tied up and then
Being whipped, being buggered with toys.
Wishing and hoping
Not the sex itself, more the aesthetic…
Just fucking seemed sort of pathetic…
She wanted romance…
Candles, wine… they should dance…
He should say stuff like… kinda poetic!
Silly filly
She was up for a root… all too readily…
Pussy or anal or headily.
Cock like a horse,
To her later remorse
He crammed all of it into her, steadily.
Decision time
“I’m not handsome, I’m sallow and pasty,
But don’t say no, girl… don’t be hasty…”
He said… “I’m big, young,
And I’m bloody well hung…
And I reckon your cunt will be tasty!”
Harvest time
As she lay in the bath in the suds
He admired her breasts, barely buds
Just a few years more,
And a treat was in store…
When her tits were like apples or spuds!
The apprentice
Just a young slut, though keen, still in training,
Some need for refinement remaining…
No anal as yet…
One desire unmet…
But the use of her still entertaining.
Her cup runneth over
A good gang bang… she’s full to the gills
Streams of cum dripping off her pink frills
Face and tits shiny, glazed,
For such sex god be praised…
As still more of the sacrament spills!
Bareback
Cunt not hairy so much as, like, mossy,
Her pussy lips purple and glossy…
She’s riding him rough,
Like she can’t get enough
Of his cock, yellin’ “Giddy-up hossie!”