He slipped into her cunt, snug and warm,
For some comfort, in some shape or form…
“It ain’t love, like,” he thought,
“But life’s hard, and too short…
It’s just, like, any port in a storm.”
Tag: limerick
Cause for concern
He was growing a little concerned
All his favours, sweet words… not returned…
Invitations to dance,
Any hint of romance
All disdainfully, haughtily spurned.
Right neighbourly
The young wife of the fellow next door
Comes around once a week, sometimes more,
Fucks his brains out and goes…
Oral, anal… god knows!
She’s his own private, free of charge whore!
The town bike
After school she rides round on her bike,
Seeking boys she can fuck, if they like,
Saddle soaking up cum
From her pussy and bum,
Little skirt flapping, easy to hike.
At His Majesty’s pleasure
“At Your Majesty’s pleasure!” she quipped,
Naked, grinning, big tits and broad hipped…
“To be used or abused…”
He looked mildly confused…
“Fucked or buggered… or strung up and whipped!”
Epicurean
If found out, she’d of course be disgraced…
But to not suck his cock… such a waste…
And she’ll swallow his cum…
Though it’s been up her bum…
And so much… and she so loves the taste!
A family concern
One, two, three… well, that’s one hole apiece…
Pussy , ass… bit of spit, bit of grease…
Mmm… You boys are well hung…
If you want something young,
Then there’s also my daughter and niece!
Cinderella
As she waltzed with the handsome Prince Charming,
Embraced… the effect far from calming…
His codpiece swelled tight…
Cinderella took fright…
His strange hardness distinctly alarming!
Bent to her needs
She gets off on her hand, odds and ends…
A brush handle, a spoon, it depends…
The right length, the right shape,
For a bit of self-rape…
If it’s smooth, if it’s firm, if it bends.
Well used
He was hung like a horse, anecdotally,
True, she now knew… fucked, like totally…
Wrecked , oozing cum
From her pussy and bum,
“Oh my god! That was great,” she gasped throatily.