She’d been dreaming about it all summer,
But, backstage, the night was a bummer;
The singer was blotto.
“Make do” was her motto;
She got herself off with the drummer.
Tag: limerick
Morning mystery
When he asked, she said “Don’t be absurd!”
(She’d, at first, thought she must have misheard).
So they chatted and drank;
She was later quite blank,
As to how, when and where it occurred!
Fallen woman
She allowed him a squeeze and a grope,
And set foot on the slippery slope.
Soon she fondled him too;
He grew hard, as men do,
She undressed, then, to give him more scope.
A fluid situation
“I’m a virgin!” she whispered. “Please, stop!”
So he did, but she clambered on top,
Her face flushed, her eyes glazed,
Dripping, slipping, half-crazed,
And her hymen gave way, with a pop!
All’s well that ends well
In the end, it all fitted quite neatly;
It stretched her, and filled her completely!
She liked it, although,
She might well have said no,
Had he not begged her ever so sweetly.
Value for money
It was straightforward fucking, no frills.
For her part, it just helped pay the bills.
She was pretty enough,
Bouncy tits, a trimmed muff;
The men got what they wanted, cheap thrills!
The long and the short of it
Men’s cocks vary, but does the size matter?
One’s little, one longer and fatter.
If cunts had a voice,
And were offered a choice,
Would they they opt for the former or latter?
Comprehension
She undressed; her expression was pensive.
She glanced at his cock, apprehensive.
Size does, in fact matter;
The longer, the fatter,
The fuck all the more comprehensive!
Virtual reality
Eyes downcast, she undressed, they embraced;
She returned his kiss, girlish and chaste.
Did they fuck? Had she dreamed?
The girl’s virtue, it seemed,
Wasn’t lost, so much, more like misplaced!
Ticklish situation
She’d had too much to drink, and got prickly.
“I guess you want sex,” she said thickly.
“Alright, if you must.”
Her voice dripped with disgust…
“Go ahead, but just get it done quickly.”