anonymous sex – Page 2 – Pete's Limericks

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Had he, hopefully, maybe, withdrawn?

Forensic evidence

She woke naked, still sticky and smelly,
Cum-cakes on her tits and her belly,
Cum clots in her hair,
Three guys? Four? Did she care?
It had got kind of hard to keep tally!

Natural justice

When he touched her, she felt herself tense,
The man’s cock was just bloody immense!
“Serves me right, though,” she thought,
“To have got myself caught,
Having sneaked in to pee in the Gents.”

Always carry a handkerchief

Just some bloke at the pub, cute and lanky;
To do what she’d done did seem skanky,
But life’s too damn short!
No regrets then, she thought,
As she wiped off his cum with her hanky.

Foggy morning

She’d had sex, she knew that for a fact…
With some bloke… Hard to be more exact.
Then she’d got home somehow…
Certain things come back now …
His big cock! Not the actual act.

Rainy day woman

Dress hitched up, down a grubby side lane,
Being screwed by some man in the rain…
So turned on, too, what’s more!
What if somebody saw?
What to do, how on earth to explain?

Something askew

A good-time girl, not one to eschew
A few drinks, an anonymous screw,
Although many a night,
When she got home, she might
Lack her panties, perhaps, or one shoe.