Drunk, in panties and bra, both askew,
She’d begun to attract quite a queue
“Look,” she said. “Tell you what;”
I can’t screw the whole lot,
But I’d say I can screw quite a few!”
Tag: drunk
Mateship
We get drunk. My mate’s girlfriend is there.
They start fucking. I say “That’s not fair!
I’ve got no one to screw!”
He says “You fuck her too…
She’s got plenty of holes. We can share!”
The downside of a woman’s prerogative
She recalled, later on, rather dimly,
Her having said no, rather primly,
Then waking to find
(Had she then changed her mind?)
Herself drunk, being fucked, smiling grimly!
Love, ostensibly
Getting drunk, passing out… not too sensible.
Groping her tits… reprehensible.
Yes, she was cute…
But to slip her a root?
Understandable, though indefensible!
Photocopy 2
She got drunk at the firm’s Christmas party.
“Photocopy your tits!” yelled some smarty.
She laughed. “Yeah! What the hell!
Do my pussy as well!”
She thought, later, “Bit fuzzy, but arty!”
The message is the medium
Drunk and cheeky, in retrospect, rash,
She’d pulled down her dress, gave him a flash.
Though she hadn’t quite meant
The wrong message it sent,
He said “Nice tits, yep. Show us yer gash!”
Rude awakening
In her blog, she typed “What the fuck! Weird!
I got drunk, and when the fog cleared,
I showered and … Shit!
A tattoo on my tit?
And my pussy looks rather dog-eared.”
Putting on the Ritz
They’d had oysters and steak at the Ritz.
The wine sparkled; he said it had spritz!
She had too much to drink,
And soon (what do you think?)
She was naked, and doing the splits!
Deep inside, she knew
She’d had sex with someone, she suspected,
Or vaguely, next day, recollected…
If so, was it nice?
Did she come? Once? Or twice?
She recalled, though, she hadn’t objected!
Have some madeira, m’dear!
As she sipped her third glass of madeira,
He moved, inch by inch, ever nearer.
He kissed her soft lips;
His hands circled her hips,
His cock hard, his intentions now clearer!