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!”
Tag: drunk
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!
Backstage Blues
She sang blues in a voice sad and soulful;
Her faint smile was crooked and doleful.
Drunk, still feeling low,
Backstage, after the show,
The piano-man gave her a holeful.
One drink too many
While she drunkenly, fitfully slumbered,
By bra nor by panties encumbered,
By bad luck, or fate,
Though she woke up (too late),
She was screwed, not to mention outnumbered!
Tired and emotional
When she drinks, she gets maudlin and weepy,
And lonely, and horny, and sleepy.
She has a good cry,
Then has sex with some guy;
When she comes, she cries more! Kinda creepy!
The icing on the cake
She’d had too many whiskies, she feared.
She’d lost her clothes too, it appeared.
And what was this goo,
Trickling out of her too,
On her tits and her face, caked and smeared?
Need to know basis
She’d had too much to drink, you might guess;
A kiss led to a fevered caress.
It was great sex, no doubt,
But she never found out
The guy’s name, let alone his address!