Drunk or drugged… or amnesia perhaps…
(Such convenient memory gaps!)
Was it rape, as she said,
When discovered in bed,
Or a puzzling, if brief moral lapse?
Tag: drunk
The boyfriend
“Gang bang Saturday night” said the text…
She was naked, drunk, rather perplexed…
As another guy came…
Someone said “What’s her name?”
And her boyfriend said “Okay, who’s next?”
In a word
“Well,” she thought. “That’s me fucked, in a word…”
A bit drunk, things a little bit blurred…
Naked… How was that so?
(She’d in fact never know)
And his cock, chock-a-block… how absurd!
A big night
Sick, hungover, a bit muddle-headed…
She’d gone out, got drunk and been bedded…
She’d got home somehow…
When she pissed, she yelped “Ow!”
Yep, her pussy was pretty much shredded!
One whore town
A saloon whore in some one horse town,
Half drunk, tits hanging out of her gown,
Her job mainly to fuck
Any guy with a buck,
Be he black, white, red, yellow or brown.
The edge
What a night! Fucking close to the edge!
She looked like she’d been dragged through a hedge…
No more gang bangs, she thought.
God! A damn woman ought
To give all this shit up, take the pledge!
Worse
When he got drunk, he’d roar and he’d curse,
Call her slut, lazy cunt, and things worse,
Then he’d drag her to bed
Not to fuck, but instead,
To do other things, strange and perverse!
Telepathy
Well, of course the girl’s drunk (and still drinking)…
Not hard to guess, though, what she’s thinking…
The way that she sits…
And she’s flashing her tits,
Blowing kisses and giggling and winking.
Fate worse than death
Dressed up nice for the dance, her first date…
Had a few drinks… some more… whoops! Too late!
Out the back, throwing up…
Part of just growing up…
Being rooted like that… it’s just fate.
Liquor’s quicker
She leaned close, lovely tits falling out,
Bleary-eyed, she slurred “C’mon, your shout!”
(Nudge, nudge, wink, pregnant pause),
“One more drink, and I’m yours!”
Sex and booze! That’s what life’s all about!