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.
Tag: limerick
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!
That’s life
Normal sex play, of course, she enjoys,
With her fingers, or close friends or toys.
Though at times she’s annoyed,
Fucking’s hard to avoid…
She’s a girl, and well…boys will be boys.
In a Scottish glen
Her smock slashed by the dirk of the laird,
Naked, flushed, she defiantly stared;
For the pride of her clan,
She would best any man,
In a fight or a fuck, if he dared!