I think the beat is essential to the Limerick. You can extemporize on this, to a limited degree, but I think the basic rhythm is:

Da da da da da da da da da

Da da da da da da da da da

Da da da da da

Da da da da da

Da da da da da da da da da

This is true. It's equally the case that, personally, I struggle to make my BB lines shorter! But it's always worth the brutal effort.

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I hope this helps! And, again, welcome!

If an old-fashioned spank disappoints

Wire the mains to the toy’s contact points

But you’ll have to beware

It might lift up your hair

Sending shocks pulsing through all your joints

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If only there was a small crank.

Then I could just give it a yank!

But no crank was had.

I'm feeling quite bad.

Legs spread, an old fashioned spank!

There was a girl from New Orleans

Whose dress fell apart at the seams

But she’d not gotten far

When a Krewe in a bar

Crowned her one of their Mardi Gras Queens

There was a man in some confusion

Who could only climax with his shoes on

That dirtied the covers

Repulsed all his lovers

And sealed his despairing seclusion

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☝🏻 Based on a true story. A woman once told me of a man she ‘knew of’ who had to be wearing shoes to have sex. Apparently, all of his formative sexual experiences had been in cars.

One time, all the women I knew

Preferred, over sex, a strong brew

Till I fucked, rather gaily

A willing tea lady

Who more than my dirty mind blew

There was a young fella called Mick

Who had him a prodigal dick

He indulged in his vices

Regardless of prices

And made his accountant quite sick

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Said a veteran editor of porn

"It's as sure as the day I was born,

"It's how high they spurt

"When they're reading your dirt

"And how hard dicks and pussies get worn!"

As the writers of porn know quite clearly

Their work isn’t valued so dearly

Most folks, to be frank

Are just after a wank

And unmoved by efforts literary

I had a girlfriend who was a scientist, she was supremely confident that she knew her cycle and the periods in which she was prone to pregnancy. We were exclusive, and at her behest we only used condoms when she was at the point in her cycle that she might become pregnant. We much preferred the sex sans condom, and she never did become pregnant. Though, on reflection, I can’t say I questioned the basis for her confidence. I trusted that she knew what she was talking about.

There was a man from Limerick

Who had quite a wandering dick

He lived in constant fear

That it would disappear

Leaving him with no choice but to lick

I never can pass up the opportunity to write a Limerick…

There was a young woman from Bath

Who tattooed her boob for a laugh

She thought it looked cute

Till she aged, and it drooped

And her Bambi became a giraffe

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I find the lack of pubic hair on women in porn videos baffling. I’m not against shaving completely, from time to time. But on the whole I think the sensuality of a beautiful muff is divine. The muff is making something of a comeback, but the bland orthodoxy of the shaved mound is still one of the ridiculous things about the porn industry for me (there are plenty more).

One of my best orgasms came from a woman I’d said no to repeatedly at a house party. I did not like her, but she pursued me with a determination bordering on mania. I’d said no at least three times, but in the early morning hours, she snuck into my bed. I pretended to be asleep. With movements almost imperceptible, she slid her hand onto my chest and down my belly. At no point did I break my act of being asleep, but by the time her hand reached my lower abdomen, my erection was raging. Her hand rested alongside my cock for a while before she slipped it under my boxer shorts. Still advancing by the iota, she eventually took hold of my cock. I was in a weird bind of not wanting her, not wanting to ‘awake’ and not wanting the sensations breaking over me to stop. She disappeared under the covers and took me into her mouth. This was my first deep-throating. My head spun as she worked the head of my cock with the back of her throat. After the exquisitely slow build-up, it felt like the orgasm, when it came, was never-ending. She didn’t let me free of her throat until she’d gulped down every last drop. 

Generally, I’d say this is excellent advice. Though I did find myself using ‘I’ quite extensively in a first-person story I wrote recently. I felt it helped to establish the narcissism of the main character.

I started with that character occasionally using the illeism of referring to themselves in the third-person, then generally using the royal ‘we’. I’ve met people that do both of those things in real life, but it proved confusing in the context of a written story. So I dropped the royal ‘we’.

Similarly, there are times when a character is more analytical and calculating. If they are the narrator, I think that significantly impacts the writing and may also lead to the increased use of ‘I’ and the narrator tending to explain scenes rather than having you live them more directly.

Years ago, I went through a phase of having sex headaches if I’d drunk alcohol. It didn’t need to be much alcohol, but there seemed to be a connection.

I drew on that experience when writing about a sex headache in the following story: https://www.lushstories.com/stories/spanking/stinging-nettle-2

It was pitch black as I kissed her inner thigh. Soft hairs teased my cheek. I was close. Gently, her lips broke on my tongue. The tip of my nose stroked her sweet nub. She ran with pleasure. I teased the edges and fell swiftly into the depths. Throbbing, she whispered, ‘fuck me.’

When I told my wife I’d started to write some fiction, she said: ‘what? erotica?’ She got there in a heartbeat. She enjoys when I read it to her. Nobody else knows, though.