The unappreciated limerick

I once met a hung man called Nick
Whose friend had a lovely big dick
As they lowered their zips
I start licking my lips
They utter 'Here Dee, come take your pick!'
 
'Adultery,' said Joseph, 'is nice;
If once is all right——better twice.
This doubling of rations
Improves my sensations,
For the plural of "spouse," friend, is "spice".'
 
Pubic hair is put there for a reason
That is evident in the cold season:
For the balls it's a muff,
For the rod it's a ruff;
And it keeps the vagina from freezin'.
 
If you are a man, then enough can’t be said
Of the hours-long pleasure of getting road head
You drive to survive
But you feel so alive
And so glad to have miles of your girl’s tongue ahead

The journey is the reward of such trips
You glide down the road while you slide through her lips
One hand on the wheel and one in her hair
You don’t give a fuck if you never get there
The vacay begins when your pants she unzips

Forget all those self-driving cars— you’re F1!
But there’s no need for speed: the ‘F’ stands for fun
You let the cars pass
As you feel up her ass
Her moans on your shaft say you’ve already won.

When you exit the freeway, your beach resort near,
She lifts up her head and says, “Already here?”
Though her hair is a fright
In her eyes is a light
Your next stop will be in your fellatrix’s rear.
 
"For fuck's sake!" Jim declared, sorely vexed.
"I haven't fucked lately, I'm hexed!"
True, his luck had gone bad.
No fucks had he had.
Our poor Jim was inadequately sexed.
 
'Adultery,' said Joseph, 'is nice;
If once is all right——better twice.
This doubling of rations
Improves my sensations,
For the plural of "spouse," friend, is "spice".'
 
I joined this site for the views
It’s claimed an audience accrues
I was clearly misled
By the things that were said
And now I’m just singing the blues
 
Says Smutty, "Adultery's fun."
He's persuasive, that son of a gun.
But I fear all the strife
Lest I convince the wife
That two women are better than one.
 
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Each day, lots of stories are posted
Perhaps some by AI are ghosted
The pie’s sliced too thin
To get a look in
When so many tales end up hosted
 
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