It was fun, she supposed, while it lasted.
Great sex! All those tricks that he’d mastered;
The massage, the games,
Being called filthy names,
And the anal of course, too, the bastard!
Tag: limerick
Little Miss Muffet
Young Miss Muffet sat stroking her tuffet;
She found if she rubbed it enough it
Felt like a big spider
Had crawled up inside her.
Quite nice… fucking great! Oh fuck! Stuff it!
The casting couch
Chatted up by a man in a bar,
Flattered, told he could make her a star!
Well, you know how it ends;
Fucked by him, then his friends,
Shattered dreams, pussy pouting, ajar.
Decisions, decisions!
A nice cock. So much nicer than some!
Should she suck it, and swallow his cum,
Rub and squeeze with her tits,
Or just see how it fits
In her pussy, or maybe her bum?
Titillated
Young Miss Robson averted her gaze,
Although strangely diverted in ways
That she’d never disclose
By the carnival shows,
With their lewd and perverted displays!
The country lass
A fresh country lass, freckled and ruddy,
She chased cows, swore, swam in the nuddie,
And galloped her horse,
So her pussy, of course,
Was tough, callused and frequently muddy.
Best foot forward
Although sex remained to her mysterious,
Things did seem now rather serious.
How could he put
That thing, big as her foot
Where he said? It might be deleterious!
Honk if you’re horny
Her objections were patently risible;
Tits like that, honkingly visible,
Big as her head,
Screaming “Take me to bed!”
Soft and pillowy, totally jizzable!
Highland games
A young Scotch lass eyed off her new neighbour;
Big, brawny from manual labour.
Her hands round his hilt,
From the tilt of his kilt,
Would, by God, be like tossing the caber!
The mouths of babes
To be called a slut got on her nerves!
Just because of her cheek and nice curves.
Being sexy’s a blessing,
She thought. Keep him guessing…
One blow job. That’s all he deserves!