Limericks Just For Fun

I haven't forgotten to write a Part II to "The First Love", but also haven't had the energy to sit down and write it, though I apparently had time and energy to write and trade a few limericks with Huxley.

Huxley by the way, is a geeky-sexy cartoonist, and I mean geeky in the best possible way...as in, he's the smartest and funniest of guys, and a gentleman, but cute as all get-out and you just know when he gets rolling, he's gotta be hot as hell in bed lol...should I coin the word geexy in honor of him? Yes, I think I will: this is for you Huxley, geexy adorable you! ;O)

He started the limerick challenge. [Serena is my pseudonym for this one]:

A blogger by the name of Serena,
Found books were her favorite arena,
But this giggly blonde
Was quite fond of her Wand*
Which made her squeal like a laughing hyena.

[*Referring to my favorite of appliances, the Hitachi Magic Wand.]

So I asked him to do one for me as Pym, and I wrote this as an example:

There once was a blogger named Pym,
Who wished she was ever-more trim,
But when she giggled and jiggled her ass-not-so-trim,
Out of Huxley she'd get a sweet grin.

His reply:

Huxley said, "What's the matter Ms. Pym?
Your expression is awfully grim."
Pym wiggled her booty,
"'Tis a giggly beauty,
Thus it's my duty to go to the gym."

[Here I laughed and clutched my stomach, picturing myself at the gym. Ha! But then again, that's why my ass is a "giggly" beaut.]

My reply, using another nickname,

There once was a cartoonist named Hex,
Who wouldn't be caught dead in Spandex,
But his cock was so wide,
He threw frugality aside,
And bought it its own diamond Rolex.

And I also wrote one for Spencer [here I'll call him Stan]:

There once was a lover named Stan,
Whose uncut cock's length was a span,
His wife, yes she'd suck it,
But swallow? She'd duck it.
"That's such a big load, Mr. Man!"

Yes, I did write one for Cary using his real name and occupation, but I couldn't think of a pseudonym that would keep the rhyme. So here's one I made up just now:

There once was a hotty named Cary,
Whose disposition was always quite merry,
He'd hold me tight,
And hit it just right,
Making me pleased oh so very.

That's all the brain power I can spare for the night; hope we made someone laugh; feel free to share a dirty limerick of your own; it's great mental exercise, and can be kinda' hot ;O)

~Pym

The First Love, Part I

After writing about our initial breaking-in experience with Sydney, I had to have Spencer jog my memory of what came next [it has been a few years]. It seems that because of how the situation made me feel, we didn't attempt much active searching for "adult" friends for awhile.

In the meantime he kept up our online accounts like Adult Friend Finder and Swing Lifestyle [mentions are not to be construed as an endorsement ;O) ] and we continued to discuss what it is we wanted out of an open relationship.

I think still at that point we hadn't hit upon the word polyamory, or we'd only just begun to learn about it. We did think we knew what we didn't want and that was shallow, anonymous sex; we wanted to at least care for and have a friendship with someone if we were going to have sex with them. However we didn't yet discuss how we'd deal with it if one of us actually fell in love with another person.

Until it happened.

Spencer had at that time caught back up with a friend, Judith--now married--from his old high school. I became close to her, too, and she became pretty much a best girlfriend to me. She and Spencer felt comfortable flirting and with time she seemed more and more open to it, especially via email. She also began relaying to Spencer how "un-sexual" her marriage was, and some of the downright nasty things her husband was saying to her about her body. In time, she and Spencer grew closer, and they decided to move on sexually.

Now, I do say that I/we don't want to help spouses cheat, but hearing about the almost verbally-abusive situation she was in [at least hearing it from her side], and counting on them knowing the risks involved, I gave my blessing to them.

And even though Spencer and I talked things out beforehand [though not she and I, which in hindsight may have helped me], and intellectually I was ready, letting the two of them have sex was one of the most difficult things I'd ever done.

~Pym