Her leaked sex tape, it now became clear,
Much wanked to, jokes made over beer,
Did not bring disgrace.
No, those tits (and her face),
And her arse helped kick-start her career!
Tag: limerick
Catkin
From around her cunt bristle and billow
Vast waves of hair, lush, a plush pillow,
Not so much a bush
As, if shove comes to push,
Something grander; a damn pussy willow!
Bad things
Just a half-drunken Friday night tryst;
“Do bad things to me, darling,” she hissed.
“Treat me like I’m a whore.
Leave me broken and sore!”
And at that stage, they’d only just kissed.
The zeal of the convert
“Well, alright,” she said, “play with my tits,
But no touching the other rude bits!”
His hand strayed, as it would;
She moaned “Fuck being good!
Stick your cock in! Wherever it fits!”
Life hack # 297
Girls are blessed with the cutest pink slits,
Where, like hand in glove, man’s penis fits.
Though they’re self-lubricating,
It does save the waiting,
If firstly one licks them, or spits.
Pressing her buttons
Candles, flutes; she relaxed, closed her eyes.
His strong hands rubbed her breasts and her thighs,
So damn sensually
That eventually
She begged “Fuck me!” midst soft moans and sighs.
Thin end of the wedge
Just a little sartorial lapse;
She’d got dressed in a hurry perhaps.
She strolled out to the pool
(God, she felt such a fool)
Swimsuit thong wedged between her pink flaps.
Falling woman
He’d corrupted her, led her astray,
Morals, clothing, both in disarray,
Though not rooted yet, quite,
It would be a long night,
And where’er there’s a will, there’s a way!
Rio de Janeiro nights
Down in Rio, it’s whispered that Django,
Dance master and king of the tango,
Though well-hung, it’s said,
When he takes girls to bed,
Does strange things with a peeled ripe mango!
She didn’t see it coming
She was young, reckless, sexy and cheeky,
The chap was decidedly freaky.
Blindfolded, hog-tied,
All good fun, but he’d lied,
And he buggered her too; a bit sneaky!