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.
Tag: flirting
Harlot
Half naked damn whore! He’s distracted…
Quite shameless! Of course he reacted…
Reached out, grabbed her hair.
Threw her over a chair,
Spanked her arse and then xxxxed her! (REDACTED)
The ruined dress
I suppose that’s what comes of one’s flirting,
She mused. Just a squeeze… and he’s squirting!
All over her dress!
Sticky, horrible mess!
Though it had been, at least, quite diverting!
Making the best of it
Well, she thought, as she lay there, legs spread,
If I’d known where it all might have led…
That’ll teach me to flirt!
Still, a root wouldn’t hurt,
In fact, might be quite nice, when all’s said.
She had it coming
Served her right, more or less, she admitted,
Well-formed as she was, ample-titted,
For flirting like that,
To, in five minutes flat,
Have been face-down, arse-up, being spitted!
The rough and tumble
When she drank, she’d get loud, start to stumble,
Her prissy veneer would crumble;
She’d tell filthy jokes
And start flirting with blokes,
Grab their cocks, and say “Fancy a tumble?”
Divertimento
Teasing, leading men on, shameless flirting,
Though naughty, she found quite diverting;
Come on, get them hard,
Leave them mentally scarred!
All good fun and, fuck, who was it hurting?
School days
Schoolgirls, giggling and flirting in hallways.
Their crushes last weeks, not for always.
Not love, the boys know;
They make up for it though,
Giving head and in other such small ways.
The disgruntled wife
“Dear chap,” she said, “Are you asserting
There’s some sort of harm in my flirting?
Good God! If, by luck,
I perhaps get a fuck,
It’s, at least, thank God, mildly diverting!”
Flirting with danger
Boys and girls, in their hormonal teens,
Know what flirting and dirty talk means;
A girl wiggles her arse,
Soon she’s down on the grass,
A boy’s hand down the front of her jeans!