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!
Tag: anonymous sex
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!)
The best of times, the worst of times
In the chaos and civil unrest,
She was found one day, dazed and undressed,
How, she couldn’t explain,
Being screwed, in a lane,
By a stranger, in fact, she confessed.
Things that go bump in the night
Some damn chap into whom she had bumped,
At the bar, perhaps? Still she was stumped…
Though she gave not a toss…
But remained at a loss,
As to how, or by whom she’d been humped.
Withdrawal symptoms
She tried hard to recall, with a yawn,
Had or had not a condom been worn?
And, if not, when he came,
(What on earth was his name),
Had he, hopefully, maybe, withdrawn?