With a firm grip, she feels its heft;
Two good handfuls, and plenty more left!
Then she draws what she holds
Through the velvety folds
Of her yearningly yawning pink cleft.
Tag: limerick
Pushing the envelope
“I was not in the mood, that’s the issue,”
She sighed. “My God! Sometimes I wish you
Could work out what’s meant
By that big word, consent!
Now stop grinning, and pass me a tissue.”
Turned on
It was said her affections were fickle;
A good-looking fellow would tickle
Her fancy, and she
Went so red, you could see
That her pussy had stated to trickle.
Arranged marriage
She’d been led like a lamb to the slaughter,
Eyes, thighs and resolve turned to water…
Been given to him,
To be used at his whim:
And behave like a good wife and daughter.
Heart of gold
Since he’d payed for the hotel, she thought,
(And the airfares and presents), she ought
To allow him some joy,
The poor dear old boy,
At the last gasp, the final resort!
No regrets
She regretted not one thing she’d done;
It was thrilling, outrageous and fun!
Crazy sex, drugs and booze…
One should never refuse!
One was only young once, wasn’t one?
Misgivings
She was in the end, just a bit, peeved,
Convinced, quietly, she’d been deceived.
He’d said women of class
Loved a cock up their arse;
She was hurt, sore, and somewhat aggrieved.
Heaven and hell and the doors of perception
It depends, she thought, how you perceive it,
On whom you trust, whom you believe. It
Did seem quite depraved,
And yet other girls raved!
Anal sex? She could take it or leave it.
Sneak peek
Though she’d covered her eyes, still she peeked;
“Can that all fit inside me?” she squeaked.
“Bloody oath!” he replied,
And she bore it with pride…
This in spite of the havoc it wreaked!
Miss Prim
She seemed proper, and prim as you please,
But in fact, was a bit of a tease,
With her hair in a bun,
But her blouse left undone,
As she pouted, and jingled her keys.