She said “Honestly! What’s to discuss?
We’re both naked. Stop making a fuss!
It seems perfectly clear;
Look, just give it here.
Come closer, now push a bit … Thus!”
Tag: naked
Counting her blessings
Naked mostly, both off and onstage,
Body still pretty good for her age;
Though the wrong side of thirty,
Still randy and flirty.
Booze, tips, tricks, why work for a wage?
As soon be hung for a sheep as a lamb
He’d undone every last lace and button,
In haste, quite the sexual glutton!
Her dress fell away;
Naked flesh on display …
Lovely wench! She’d been lamb dressed as mutton!
Out of her comfort zone
Naked, helpless, she’d panicked at first.
Pussy, anal, her mouth! How she’d cursed!
Fucked by so many men!
But right into it then…
Though the mob had already dispersed.
All foreplay
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!”
Pickup lines
Bored, she flagged down a ride in a pickup.
Her day though was in for a hiccup!
He turned down a track,
Threw her ass on the back,
Said “Git naked! This here’s a stick-up!
Prostituting her art
Posing naked for artists might fetch
A few bucks, cold and bored, while they sketch.
But she thought, What the hell?
Why not fuck them as well,
For a little bit extra? Poor wretch!
Every dog has its day
The young Duchess, though naked still regal,
Indecently fondled her beagle.
Her Grace didn’t mind
His responding in kind,
Though improper, perverse and illegal!
What price, virtue?
In her dungeon, cold, dismal and dank,
Naked, chained, and quite certain she stank,
Would her Dad pay the ransom?
Would some dashing, handsome
Knight save her (to fuck, to be frank)?
A woman’s intuition
The next morning, half naked, mind foggy,
She vaguely recalled feeling groggy.
Perhaps she’d passed out.
She’d been rooted, no doubt…
Since her panties were sticky and soggy.