Young ladies, whenever you flirt you
Do so at the risk of your virtue.
Be mindful, however,
It’s now, or else never,
So maybe a root wouldn’t hurt you!
Tag: limerick
Heaven on a stick
She came just to his elbows in height,
Tits not big but not small, about right;
She could perch on his prick
Like a doll on a stick
Or a glove on his hand, but more tight!
Pliability
She did things others couldn’t, with ease,
eg: putting her chin on her knees;
You could have her in ways
Which would frankly amaze,
And she’d bend over backwards to please!
Self-discovery
She explored her moist pink indentation,
And found she enjoyed the sensation
Of something inside her.
She spread herself wider;
This marvellous thing, masturbation!
Misfit
All done up in the full drag regalia,
His sexual paraphernalia,
Didn’t quite fit,
Wouldn’t tuck, wouldn’t sit;
One was struck by its size, inter alia!
In rut
His eyes widened, his hefty prick swelled,
Reason fled, he felt madly compelled,
By the sway of her hips,
Her full breasts, bee-stung lips,
Not to mention the way that she smelled.
Forbidden fruit
Their affair was clandestine, illicit;
Consent, on her part, was implicit.
They kissed and caressed,
His hand fondled her breast,
If he took out his cock, she might kiss it!
Tacit
Their relationship wasn’t quite broken.
Most nights she still found herself woken;
Her buttocks caressed,
Or his hand on her breast,
Both request and consent left unspoken.
Sustainability
How much more could her body sustain?
Her teeth rattled, so too did her brain!
Her tits flapped to and fro
With each shuddering blow;
The man fucked like a runaway train!
Rearguard
It seemed nasty, and mean and unjust;
She was scared, shocked and filled with disgust!
After quite a nice screw,
Must he bugger her too?
Must he…? Ouch! God! It seemed that he must!