He said “Darling, I need to ‘fess up…
So you know… so I can’t, like, mess up…
Since we’re married now, so…
Well.. I think you should know…
I like panties and bras… and dress up!”
Tag: bra
First date
Push-up bra, panties scraps of white lace,
She’ll at least let him get to first base,
Maybe feel her tits…
Pussy damp, where she sits,
She thinks “Yeah, fuck me too… watch this space!”
If
If you weren’t my damn boss, which you are,
I’d be getting straight out of your car,
She said. Gimme a break!
I’m eighteen, for fucksake!
Get your fuckin hand out of my bra!
Pressing the right buttons
Though his access was somewhat restricted,
His hand in her bra, though conflicted,
Excited her so,
That she stopped saying no,
As he’d hoped… in fact boldly predicted!
Body armour
Though he’d thought that he’d had it all sorted,
Her tits were so trussed up, supported
By wires and straps,
Hooks and buckles and snaps
That all hope of a grope was soon thwarted!
In the back seat, in a country lane
She’d run out of excuses, essentially.
Now she’d get rooted, potentially,
There in his car,
Down to panties and bra,
But he dropped off to sleep, providentially.
The bridge club
Though her husband was rich and adoring,
She found married life rather boring.
She’d cruise in her car,
In a short dress, no bra,
Or drop into some bar, do some whoring!
Testing the boundaries
“Get your own tits out, can’t you?” he grumbles.
Inexpertly, cursing, he fumbles.
She shrugs off her bra.
“Help yourself! There they are,
But no touching my pussy!” she mumbles.
Hard done by
Being screwed wasn’t too bad, except
He was only half-hard! Jesus wept!
She’d not miss, not as such,
Her virginity much,
More her panties and bra, which he kept!
Victor’s secret
He had rather a strange predilection;
He owned an extensive collection
Of panties and bras,
From whores, Hollywood stars,
Which he’d fondle, to get an erection.