Fancy dress and masks… perfect disguise!
No names needed, no bullshit, no lies…
Just go find some dark spot…
Up her like a damn shot…
Which she wants, you can see in her eyes!
Tag: anonymous sex
B&S Ball
One late Saturday night, young Miss Brazier
Was made love to, outside, by a grazier.
He kept on his hat,
She’s quite certain of that,
But the rest is a great deal hazier!
Masque
I would find it a difficult task,
To recall whom I screwed at the masque:
Incognito conditions
Make girls’ inhibitions
So few that one hardly need ask!
Lost weekend
When she woke, and her vision had cleared,
Butt naked, and pretty much smeared
With cum, head to toe…
Not again! she thought… Woh!
Three weekends in a row… like, how weird!
Compelled
So, despite her initial revulsion,
Consumed by a reckless compulsion,
She fucked him, and came,
Never knowing his name,
Or more like, had a fucking convulsion!
Mister Anonymous
When she woke, pussy dribbling white goo,
She knew someone had had a good screw…
Her arse too, it would seem,
She recalled, like a dream..
As to who, though, she hadn’t a clue!
Yankee go home
She was quite understandably cranky.
Damn loud, pushy, smarty-pants yankee!
Just fucked her, like that…
Wham, bam, thank you ma’am… splat…
She thought, wiping her cunt with her hanky.
Hitting it off
She had only herself, like, to blame…
Kinda funny, but still, all the same,
So embarrassing too…
But what else could she do,
Except swallow, then ask him his name.
Impersonal
Blindfold, gag, tethered ankle and wrist,
Fucked with dildos, his cock and his fist,
Never knowing his name,
As she whimpered and came,
Never spoken to softly or kissed.
Anonymity
Being tied up, though somewhat annoying,,
She found herself rather enjoying.
And blindfolded too!
Being fucked by… guess who?
(Even what he or she was employing!)