She’d been flirty perhaps, a bit cheeky,
And drunk… but the bastard was sneaky…
Somehow she was nude…
And not just being screwed,
But in ways that were pretty damn freaky!
Tag: flirt
Pert
She’s precocious and pretty, but pert,
In fact quite a damn tease and a flirt!
Needs a smack on the bum…
Do the same for her mum…
And a good fuck for both wouldn’t hurt!
Whim
There’s this guy who works out at her gym,
Whom she flirted with, just on a whim…
Which he took the wrong way,
So then… what could she say?
If she did want a fuck, she’d fuck him!
Skipping the small talk
Friday night at the bar… they’d just met…
Hadn’t even exchanged names, as yet…
Took his hand, the damn flirt…
Thrust it under her skirt…
So he’d know she was already wet!
The dog’s bite
Her old husband’s a dog in the manger…
She winks at the handsome young stranger…
She’ll fuck him tonight,
Out of lust. Out of spite…
Hot desire enhanced by the danger!
The hurt
Wicked woman! She shamelessly flirts,
Works a man up until his cock spurts,
Giggling, pulls down her dress,
Laughs and points at the mess,
And then kicks him a beaut, where it hurts!
Bold as brass
Giggling, brazen, she’d shamelessly flirted,
But then became quite disconcerted;
His cock, in her hand,
Seemed to throb and expand,
And great gobs of stuff suddenly squirted!
Self-sacrifice
“What a splendid big weapon, milord!”
She exclaimed, not the least overawed,
As she hitched up her skirt,
Shameless, vulgar young flirt,
Lined things up, and then fell on his sword!
Hanging out
They were buddies. He had a nice build …
They smoked dope sometimes, hung out and chilled.
Since she flirted a bit,
Grabbed his crotch, flashed some tit,
As you’d kind of expect, she got drilled!
The social graces
Where on earth would a woman have got
Had she not learned to flirt and gavotte,
(And be damn good in bed)?
Better to, as she said,
Be a ‘have’ than a bloody ‘have-not’!