She ain’t waitin for love n romance…
Gonna let some young dude in her pants…
Fuck her till she walks funny,
Drips cum from her cunny…
Fucked good, don’t leave nothin to chance.
Tag: limerick
Well primed
“Fuck my arse off!” the cheeky tart goaded…
He pounded her till he unloaded…
Great gushers of cum…
A good cupful, then some…
Bloody felt like his balls had exploded!
Wendy Darling
Wendy looked up at Hook… her heart sank…
Pirate captain and all, he damn stank!
One peg leg and one shoe…
And the rest of his crew
Tongues out, lined up according to rank!
Naked, chained to to mast… God! Clank, clank…
The men tugging their cocks as they drank…
Their intentions quite clear…
“Well, Wendy, my dear,”
Said Hook. “Which damn god should I thank?”
“Such a prize… Like I’ve robbed a damn bank!”
He reached out, squeezed her breast, stroked her flank…
She screamed… What else to do?
She’d be ruined, she knew,
Fallen woman, a whore and a skank!
“We’ll all have you now girl!” Wendy shrank…
As he groped , gave her bottom a spank…
“We’ll have such jolly fun…
Two by two, one by one…
But you won’t, pretty miss, to be frank!”
Poor lass… pissing herself, her mind blank…
If it only weren’t real, a prank.
“Take them chains off,” Hook said,
Get them dainty legs spread…
Scratch or bite, girl, you’ll walk the damn plank!”
Housekeeper
He’s convinced she’s the ideal spouse
A great fuck, and as meek as a mouse…
He’d sleep less well, poor man,
If he knew of her plan
To divorce him and keep the damn house!
Hope
Her new boyfriend’s built like a gorilla…
Love? Tenderness? Not a scintilla.
She’s just like those dolls,
Skin, hair, tits and some holes…
To be used… hope he isn’t a killer!
Getting ahead
Mascara-streaked, red-faced, in tears,
She’ll choke on his fat cock she fears…
His hands on her head,
Hanging over the bed,
On each stroke, pulling up on her ears!
His
She was his, to be used and to share,
Anytime, anyone, anywhere,
So she’s there, in a room,
Being buggered… by whom?
Not to know, or say no… not to care.
Fact and fiction
She’d said yes, as a matter of fact,
To a fuck, the plain sexual act,
Not bukkake, no way,
But then, to her dismay,
There she was, being spattered, bum smacked!
Tableau
Through the black, empty stillness of night
Shines a tableau, a framed square of light…
Curtain drawn to one side,
A stage lit, there, inside…
And she enters, ghost-like… he takes fright!
She unfastens her robe, lets it fall,
And stands, naked and dignified, tall,
Black hair loose, to her waist,
Slender, poised, angel-faced,
Pale skin, full breasts firm, though not small.
She turns, moves, as if drawn by his will,
To the window, stands, touching the sill…
She stares into the void…
He stands still, his heart, buoyed,
Pounds within him, mad rapturous thrill!
Rooted, awed, spellbound… how can this be?
Her fixed gaze, searching… what does she see?
Her right hand cups one breast…
Then her left, fingers pressed…
As if clutched by a man such as he.
Her eyes close, a long sigh, her lips part…
Lonely longing, which wounds his rapt heart…
Her head bows, shoulders droop…
Her profound tragic stoop,
Poignant pose, statuesque living art.
Then she turns, her gaze shifting away…
His whole being, fraught, wills her to stay…
He should cry out, proclaim
Helpless love… but strange shame
Binds him, mute, stricken, lost, feet of clay.
She departs, and he falls to his knees…
Her light gone, vision lost… still he sees
Her there, almost in reach,
And he mute, robbed of speech…
He stands, trembling, and haltingly flees.
Negotiation
I’m a virgin, she bashfully said…
Could I just maybe give you some head?
And my period’s come…
If you want, fuck my bum…
Anyplace but my cunt, like, instead!