She got naked, got down on all fours.
“Why you doin’ that girl?” “Just because …
Shit! I’m horny as hell!
And just so you can tell…
Anytime, any which way, I’m yours!”
Tag: horny
Rush hour
For some reason she couldn’t explain,
She was horny. Resistance was vain!
She’d come twice with her hand …
Would that man understand,
And just root her, right there on the train?
Rubbing it makes it worse
What to make of this intimate itch?
She rubbed idly, not wearing a stitch…
Not unpleasant, she thought…
Was it something she’d caught?
Or just horniness? Goodness knows which!
Window of opportunity
Why on earth would a young girl abstain,
Be as horny as hell, but refrain,
And not give in to lust?
Such a waste, and for just
Some uncertain, vague, post-mortem gain!
Hope springs eternal
He was hard in her hand, so hope glimmered;
So horny, it seemed, but so timid!
While she, hot to trot …,
Would he fuck her or not?
Having come to the boil, she simmered!
The idea of sex
Though, her whole life, she’d dreaded and loathed
The idea of sex, once betrothed,
Having kissed him, she found
She liked playing around
And, in fact was the first one unclothed!
A matter of taste
She’d been horny enough, keen as mustard!
A guy after whom she had lusted
Had seemed worth a go,
But the sweat and smells, though,
And the taste of him left her disgusted.
Arousal
She’d stripped down to her knickers and cami,
Still blushing, her underarms clammy,
But horny as hell…
Nipples hard, (could he tell?)
Her damp pussy as slick as wet chamois!
Highs and lows
In a doorway, behind a closed shop,
They smoked dope, he unfastened her top.
They were horny and high;
She had sex with the guy.
Well, he fucked her. She didn’t say stop!
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!