Pretty, drunk and half naked, eyes glassy,
A slut, he supposed, cheap and brassy,
But still… what damn luck!
So he gave her a fuck,
In the lane out the back. Pretty classy!
Tag: drunk
Suggestibility
She was game enough, (fucking excluded),
But, once drunk, was swiftly denuded,
And rooted, what’s more,
Hot to trot, once she saw,
When he dropped his pants, what then protruded!
In vino veritas
She woke, naked, and covered with goo,
Squirted, splattered by goodness knows who,
On a damp, smelly bed,
Squishy pussy, sore head,
And thought “God! What on earth did I do?”
Life’s a bitch
After five or six beers, she’s groggy…
And randy! Her knickers are soggy!
Next thing she knows, she’s
On her hands and her knees,
Being rooted by somebody, doggy!
Woman’s best friend
The whole night was a blur, just a fog.
She conceded she’d had too much grog,
Which might help explain how
She’s just woken up now,
Naked, snuggled up next to her dog!
What?
“Look”, she said. “It was wrong, but so what?
I was drunk. I was horny, why not?
He’s your best mate, I know,
And I should have said no…
At the time though, I sort of forgot!”
By a process of deduction
She’d gone out to the pub and got plastered;
She woke up, her jeans still half-masted,
Her pussy awash!
“Strange,” she thought, then “Oh gosh!
That cute guy must have fucked me, the bastard!”
A bit tacky
Pussy trickling a seminal ooze,
Down her thighs, squishing into her shoes,
Too far out of it, though,
To care, even to know
It was there, let alone wonder whose!
Photo opportunity
She’d got drunk and passed out. For a joke
He undressed her. (But what if she woke?)
Took a photo or two…
Should he give her a screw?
“Fuck!” he thought. “Yeah! Why not go for broke?”
The whisky speaking
He came onto her, some crude damn punk!
“Want a fuck?” he asked. “Yes, I am drunk,
So are you, though, no doubt,
And it’s screw, or miss out!”
“True enough”, she thought. “Okay.” Slam dunk!