Her first romance, alas, was ill fated…
He fucked her the first time they dated…
Drunk, back to a wall…
Far as she could recall…
Up her arse… that was what she’d most hated.
Tag: drunk
Risk / benefit analysis
Having plied her with plenty of whisky,
She’s groggy, though still fairly frisky…
She wants it, yeah? Right?
Though she may kick and bite…
Maybe trying a fuck might be risky.
The wall
It was funny… she couldn’t recall…
Was he good looking, plain, short or tall?
She was drunk, it was dark,
In some sort of a park,
Her tits pressed up against a brick wall.
A hair of the dog
So, she’d had a big night on the grog…
Her recall of it mostly a fog…
Then, a sobering shock…
She remembered a cock…
On the end of a bloody great dog!
Funky
She woke up in a bit of a funk…
Serves me right, she thought, getting so drunk…
Make-up smeared, sore head,
On the floor, not in bed…
And my cunt full of some bastard’s gunk!
Pitfalls
Sometimes, she thinks, life’s just the pits…
This damn guy, drunk, and groping her tits…
And he’s, like, her best mate…
And their first real date,
Which, of course, you know, thrills her to bits!
In her cups
He grew bolder, the more that he drank…
Squeezed her tits, gave her bottom a spank…
She’d been drinking as well,
And just giggled… oh hell,
No harm done, all in fun, just a prank.
The cowgirl
She’s a cowgirl, small tits, lean n lanky,
Gits drunk though, n comes on all skanky,
Yells “Fuck me” n stuff…
An she’s, like, big n tough…
No one fucks her, she gits mean n cranky!
A spectacle
Funny thing was, she didn’t much care…
Let ’em think what they want, let ’em stare!
Laughing, just drunk enough
To not give a damn stuff…
Naked, lying there, legs in the air!
Quite a tonic
She’d got drunk on some very good gin,
Found herself, with some chap, skin to skin,
In a lather of sweat,
Whom she’d only just met,
Semen-splattered from pussy to chin!