The Return of the BDSM Limerick...

Shanky's Song

It time to find Shanky a hand,
Some hard boy toy at his command.
He can wank him, and fuck him,
Jerk him and suck him,
Until he can't sit or can't stand.
 
kiten69 said:
DVS do you have a spell checker?
Cause this goof made me snicker
I dont know about hekid
But I understand nekkid
When you fix it I'll give you a sticker :D

(hey stickers are good motivators...at least for my students :cathappy: )
Well, actually...

Nekid this or nekkid that.
I's spells it like I wants and that's a fact.
The trouble with some of dem spellers,
when corrected, they go all yeller.
Me? I bare her nekid behind, and "SPLAAAAAAAT!"
:nana:
 
Ebonyfire said:
It time to find Shanky a hand,
Some hard boy toy at his command.
He can wank him, and fuck him,
Jerk him and suck him,
Until he can't sit or can't stand.

:kiss:
 
Roses are red, violets are blue.
I'm gonna strip you naked and then punish you.
Your mouth will be gagged
and your body will be had.
While helpless and whimpering, think of what I can do.

Daisies are yellow, some tulips are bright red.
I'll whisper my intentions to mess with your head.
Floggers and crops
are two interesting props.
Yes, they're quite interesting, when you're tied to my bed.

Magnolias are pink and daffodils yellow.
You'll soon find out I'm a very kinky fellow.
The thoughts in your mind
are yours, stirred by mine.
You enjoy it rough, much more than mellow.

Lilacs are blue and some irises are too.
Naked and bound, your body is used.
You'll whimper your needs
as I force my nasty deeds.
You'll resist, but you want it, too.
 
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Uh-oh...in trouble for being a SAM
He promised to use only his hand
Instead he pulled out the crop
And she felt her heart drop
So instead of coming she ran

That was her first mistake
One she will never remake
He caught her in mid-flee
And put her over his knee
Across her ass his fingers did rake

She bit her lip as he dug in
He was sporting a wicked grin
When he reached for his belt
Whispering "now there'll be welts
And you, lil girl shall pay for your sins"

Ten minutes with that piece of leather
She begged him to use another
Implement of his choosing
She knew she was loosing
But smiled when she seen the feather

Lightly he traced it across her skin
And soon she was sporting that wicked grin
Until she saw the crop
On the floor where it did drop
Then she felt her heart give in

Made to stand with her hands on the wall
Silently she started to bawl
He picked up the stick
And gave her the first lick
Then beat her ass untill it was raw

:cool:
 
kiten69 said:
Uh-oh...in trouble for being a SAM
He promised to use only his hand
Instead he pulled out the crop
And she felt her heart drop
So instead of coming she ran

That was her first mistake
One she will never remake
He caught her in mid-flee
And put her over his knee
Across her ass his fingers did rake

She bit her lip as he dug in
He was sporting a wicked grin
When he reached for his belt
Whispering "now there'll be welts
And you, lil girl shall pay for your sins"

Ten minutes with that piece of leather
She begged him to use another
Implement of his choosing
She knew she was loosing
But smiled when she seen the feather

Lightly he traced it across her skin
And soon she was sporting that wicked grin
Until she saw the crop
On the floor where it did drop
Then she felt her heart give in

Made to stand with her hands on the wall
Silently she started to bawl
He picked up the stick
And gave her the first lick
Then beat her ass untill it was raw

:cool:
Such a vivid picture, you painted with words. "Been there, done that"...I assume? :p
 
DVS said:
Such a vivid picture, you painted with words. "Been there, done that"...I assume? :p

I said "she" not "me"...**looks all innocent** :D
 
kiten69 said:
I said "she" not "me"...**looks all innocent** :D
Shankara20 said:
Did someone new take over the kiten69 account? :confused:

Ah, something tells me not all has been said.
Something tells me in her silence, there's dread.
She's so innocent and pure...
and maybe somewhat demure.
But, something tells me we need the truth...instead.

Hmm, something tells me not all has been spoken.
Something tells me her butt needs a good strokin'.
Some would say, "tan her naughty hide."
Force her to tell the truth, because she lied.
Something tells me her behind needs to be smokin'.

Well, something tells me punishment may be required,
but first, give her the chance to prove she's no liar.
So innocent and pure?
There's still time for the cure.
But something tells me her outlook is dire.
 
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Ebonyfire said:
It time to find Shanky a hand,
Some hard boy toy at his command.
He can wank him, and fuck him,
Jerk him and suck him,
Until he can't sit or can't stand.

A little ditty with Frank in mind, for your song, Shank.
Frank slowly walking under the New York street lights, on a foggy night...overcoat draped over his shoulder.

Shank a shank a shank,
a shankee doo doo.
Shank a shankee shank,
a little shank will doo doo.
Shank came out all right
for strangers in the night.

Shoo bee doo bee doo,
bee doo bee doo bee.
Doo bee doo bee doo
Ba doo bee doo bee
only shank will dooo
for strangers in the night.

Strangers in the bed,
exchanging glances...
Visions in their heads,
what were their chances.
They turned out all right
for strangers in the night.

Inbetween the sheets,
they came together...
Together they did meet,
what could be better?
They turned out all right
for strangers in the night.

Shank and someone else,
were making music.
Shank was something else.
He was the music.
Everything was right
for strangers in the night.

Shoo bee doo bee doo,
bee doo bee doo bee.
Doo bee doo bee doo
Ba doo bee doo bee
only shank will dooo
for strangers in the night.

Video fade to black, slow audio fade...
 
I'm so tired still

but here I am at 8:00 am EST on a saturday trying to writing an f**king limerick. sheesh the things I do for my art....how I suffer!
 
It's 9 O'clock in the morn,
and my barnacles are not a thorn,
I take time for myself,
and no worry for the elf,
but I will not visit the porn.
 
DVS said:
A little ditty with Frank in mind, for your song, Shank.
Frank slowly walking under the New York street lights, on a foggy night...overcoat draped over his shoulder.

Shank a shank a shank,
a shankee doo doo.
Shank a shankee shank,
a little shank will doo doo.
Shank came out all right
for strangers in the night.

Shoo bee doo bee doo,
bee doo bee doo bee.
Doo bee doo bee doo
Ba doo bee doo bee
only shank will dooo
for strangers in the night.

Strangers in the bed,
exchanging glances...
Visions in their heads,
what were their chances.
They turned out all right
for strangers in the night.

Inbetween the sheets,
they came together...
Together they did meet,
what could be better?
They turned out all right
for strangers in the night.

Shank and someone else,
were making music.
Shank was something else.
He was the music.
Everything was right
for strangers in the night.

Shoo bee doo bee doo,
bee doo bee doo bee.
Doo bee doo bee doo
Ba doo bee doo bee
only shank will dooo
for strangers in the night.

Video fade to black, slow audio fade...
sing it loud, big boy, sing it loud....


:kiss:

hee hee
 
Twas the night before Christmas
and all through the forum
were visions of kinkiness...
the proper decorum.

Both PYLs and pyls were
snug in their beds
the pyls were bound with
hands above their heads.

Masters and Mistresses,
eyes glistening and bright.
Waiting for the children to be
fast asleep, for the night.

In time, comes the silence
and anticipation builds.
The pyls squirm, with
thoughts of their PYL's skills.

as the PYLs begin
to drive their pyls mad,
it soon becomes apparent
there's a need for a gag.

Open wide,
that sweet submissive mouth,
for we don't want to wake up
the whole house.

Silent and secure,
the fun soon begins.
the swish of the crop
as it strikes a rear end.

Squirming and thrashing,
though bound and gagged well.
humping and thumping,
Pain is power, one can tell.

Silence is golden
for the thrashing progress.
The muffled cress
are the silent protests.

Soon there's a gasp
as a bound body is taken.
Lube helps the task
of the asshole's raping.

All marked and sweaty
the pyl is totally used.
The PYL's power...
It's his, to choose.

The pyl cums
and she screams in the night.
Murry Ristma oo aah
an oo ah a hinhy wife.
(sorry, forgot to remove the gag!)

The pyl cums
and she screams in the night.
Merry Christmas to all,
and to all a kinky life. :D
 
The Fucking Machine.

A sadist immoral and mean,
Desired to do something obscene.
So without instruction,
He undertook construction,
Of a mighty great fucking machine.

He looked at the big fucking wheel,
On a tractor, thought it was ideal,
To fasten a prick to,
It was so he did do,
A big fucking prick made of steel.

His sub she refused to consent,
So over his knee she was bent.
Though she begged and pleaded,
He applied what was needed,
So to the fucking machine she went.

As she approached the horrible sight,
His hard eyes lit up with delight.
In case you didn’t yet guess,
Not only was he a mess,
But a bugger, a bastard and a shite.

His wild eyes followed her in delight,
Caring not for her pitiful plight.
As to machine she was tied,
She kicked and she cried,
But it truth didn’t put up much of a fight.

Round and round went the fucking big wheel,
In and out went the prick of steel.
The sub began to lament
“Please Sir, I’m content.”
So on the brake he drove his fucking heel.

And so we finally arrive here at the last bit,
Would you believe the fucking cable split?!
So for stretching her vagina,
Wide as North Carolina,
She covered the fucking machine with shit.
 
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There's nothing like taking a break,
When you find not more you can take.
You slip away hither,
And afterwards dither,
Wondering if a good limerick you'll make!

<She's back....be afraid, be very afraid!>
 
Oh, her return, it is bliss.
As sweet as a riding crop's kiss.
Eb's her name,
Domme, her game.
Where's Shank...he needs some of this?
 
Yes where, oh where is Sir Shank
Stocking up his private porn bank ?
With Eb Ma'am in stride
He will gather some pride
Probably offer her front, left and flank.
 
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Missed you EB!

It's great to see this thread revived.

Even better to see Ms EB has arrived.

When my time is short and my fun is thin.

I dream of it being long

and um, nice thick skin . . .

Maybe I should start again?

I've lost the meter and the rhyme

It's feeling all a bit contrived.

Ok, that's it, the end.
 
FurryFury said:
It's great to see this thread revived.

Even better to see Ms EB has arrived.

When my time is short and my fun is thin.

I dream of it being long

and um, nice thick skin . . .

Maybe I should start again?

I've lost the meter and the rhyme

It's feeling all a bit contrived.

Ok, that's it, the end.
Eb gotcha all perplexed, huh? :D
 
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