“You got nice little titties,” he wheezed,
“But they’re small, for a grown-up,” he teased.
“And your prick ain’t that big,
You fat, greasy old pig,”
She said, letting her nipples be squeezed.
Tag: limerick
Peep-show
Giggling, drunk, a bit drowsy and noddy,
She sprawled in the chair. A nice body.
Her skirt had slipped up,
One breast out of its cup.
Bloody nice, and her arse wasn’t shoddy.
Mouth feel
“Salty, squeaky when chewed, like haloumi;
Nice pussy, damn tasty and roomy!”
He went on at length.
She cried “God give me strength!
Quit the commentary! Just fucking do me!”
Stage door Johnny
Dearest Father, young Algernon wrote.
Met a charming soprano of note.
I dined with her last night;
What an utter delight!
Such soft hands, such a slender, deep throat!
Learning on the job
Though a sin, as he knew, lust burned on;
He was constantly hard and turned on,
So he went to a whore,
With whom fucking, and more,
Could be practised, learned in, (or learned on).
Jeans therapy
How he longed to get into her jeans,
By whatever duplicitous means.
He imagined her sighs,
As he stroked her smooth thighs,
And her squishy, warm, pink in-betweens!
Red letter days
They had markedly differing views
About which of her holes he could use;
Though her arse was taboo,
And her mouth, mostly, too,
On his birthday and such, he could choose.
The sexual imperative
“Bloody men all want one thing”, she said,
“They all just want to get me in bed.
Why in heaven”, she sighed,
Can’t they be satisfied
With a blow job or hand job instead?”
The cocktail party
From flirtation to fuck, things went normally,
Later that night, though, more stormily.
Maybe the booze.
His fault? Hers? Who knows whose,
When, as yet, they still hadn’t met formally?
Gregarious
Nice big titties. A nice bit of tail,
And fond of a few pints of ale.
A good sport, good sort,
Best of all, the lads thought,
She’d root anything passably male!