“Does that hurt?” he enquired, politely,
“No, no, it feels good!” she said brightly.
Then, on the next stroke,
Something inside her broke!
“God! That’s torn it!” he muttered, contritely.
Tag: limerick
The luck of the cards
“That’s no way for a girl to be treated!”
She cried. “I’m quite certain you cheated!”
“Nah! Just your bad luck!
I win! Now, where’s my fuck?”
“Rules are rules”, she sighed sadly, defeated.
Revelation
“Do you like what you see?” she said sweetly,
Exposing her bosom discreetly.
She widened her eyes,
And then parted her thighs,
To exhibit herself more completely.
Courtship
Courtly manners, the romantic arts,
Men invented to win women’s hearts,
And their minds, and their hands,
Although each understands
The main goal is their warm moister parts.
Sage advice
Old and wrinkled, her boobs now low-slung;
The girl stared. Gran said “Cat got your tongue?
Go on out, get a man!
Fuck as much as you can,
While your tits are still firm and you’re young!”
Something fishy
A man’s dick in the mouth can’t be trusted.
Girls gag, swallow, feel disgusted.
She too had been caught,
And she afterwards thought
That it tasted like runny fish custard.
Two-stroke
As his piston-like penis uncoiled,
In horror, she shrieked and recoiled!
It was a tight fit,
And she struggled a bit,
Both her cylinders, though, were well oiled.
A friend to all
To say ‘slut’ would be vulgar and crass.
She was just an adventurous lass,
Who enjoyed sex with men…
Women too, now and then…
Either / or, both at once, or en masse.
Wishing away childhood
She can’t wait to be old and grown up;
Adults pretty much have it sewn up.
They can stay out all night
And get drunk, fuck and fight,
And nobody can make them own up!
Non-gender-specific
She’s petite, cupcake-breasted and slender,
Likes rough sex, or kinky or tender;
No fuss what goes where,
Doesn’t worry or care
Who comes how, irrespective of gender.