One day normally proper Miss Sally
With someone less proper did dally:
One glass of champagne,
Reserve went down the drain,
As her innocent legs turned to jelly!
Tag: champagne
Good time girl
“I’m a slut”, she said, getting undressed.
“A damn whore!” True words spoken in jest.
“Some champagne and a shower,
I’m yours for an hour…
Line up guys, I’m yours… be my guest!”
Methode champenoise
Though unfailingly proper, and charming,
The size of his cock was alarming!
Despite being nude,
And about to be screwed…
The expensive champagne, though, was calming.
Cold water
He slid over, said “What are you drinking?
Champagne perhaps, miss?” he said, winking.
“Fuck off,” she replied
“Sorry, darling!” he lied,
And retreated, cock rapidly shrinking.
Worst fears
He leans closer and quite frankly leers…
No chance of escape, it appears!
He pours more champagne…
Well, it might dull the pain…
And she blushingly, weeping, says “Cheers!”
Fizzy
After three or four glasses of fizzy,
Miss Edwards lay giggling and dizzy,
Her legs in the air,
Fingers tousling his hair,
Where his tongue and his fingers were busy!
Virginity is like a bubble
The champagne was delicious and fizzy!
She giggled a lot, and felt dizzy,
Succumbed to his charms
And fell into his arms,
To wake up, next day, naked and jizzy!
Decadence
Champagne, canapés, all very swanky,
The hostess herself, though, quite skanky!
She sucked off a waiter,
Though, daintily, later,
She spat in a little lace hankie.
The wish
Sidling up he said “What are you drinking?”
“Champagne! French of course!” she said, winking.
“Then maybe we might
Leave and make love all night,
Or would that only be wishful thinking?”
Fickle fortune
She was strait-laced, a prude and a stickler…
Her husband could not have been fickler…
One night, just for fun,
He quite brought her undone,
With champagne and a rubber French tickler/