There was once a young girl so refined,
All her knickers were Paris-designed;
These were eagerly sought,
And were swapped, sold and bought…
After fucking, she’d leave them behind!
Tag: no panties
City girls
City girls have tattoos on their tits
And gold rings in their nipples and clits;
They give blow-jobs in bars,
Don’t wear knickers or bras,
And their jeans slide up into their slits.
City life is all sex, booze and glitz:
Every party’s a sexual blitz.
City girls love to drink,
Then they flirt and they wink,
Lift their skirts and expose their pink bits.
City girls wear short dresses with slits;
You can see a girl’s snatch when she sits.
They all shave round their cunts,
They’ll try anything once,
And they’ll fuck a chair-leg, if it fits.
City girls don’t know when to say quits;
Rules and etiquette give them the shits.
Ask a girl for a screw
And she’ll say “Yeah, you’ll do,
Though I know I’m a slut,” she admits.
Introductory offer
With her panties discreetly removed,
Pussy loose-lipped and hungry, slick-grooved,
She accosted some guy,
Slid his hand up her thigh…
No… her mother would not have approved!
Gopher
She disdained panties… cunt free and airy,
Lubricious, inviting and hairy,
Right there, good to go,
For a boy in the know…
Gopher heaven… a damn pussy-prairie!
Window dressing
Low cut top, bosom nicely displayed…
The more tit shown, the more she’ll be paid,
Skirt a slim, silken sheath,
Nothing on underneath…
Tits and arse, working girl’s stock in trade
Big night out
Lose the bra… how much tit to expose?
And the panties… the panty-line shows…
Yeah, that works. With some luck,
She might cop a nice fuck…
Maybe two… or a gang bang… who knows?
On the market
Her short skirt and no panties, no bra
Might perhaps be a little faux pas,
She thinks, sipping her drink,
Thighs spread, flashing the pink…
Moves like that, she’ll more likely go far!
The commute
“I’d slept in… late for work… I was rushing…
No panties… no time!” she said, blushing.
“God! How to explain?
This cute guy on the train…
I got so hot, my pussy was gushing!”
Going begging
God! I’m so fucking horny! she joked.
What’s a girl got to do to get poked?
Wave her knickers about,
Shouting “Oi lads! My shout!”?
If I’d worn them, by now they’d be soaked!
Free will and determinism
She showed plenty of boob, which was great,
Wore no panties, which didn’t equate
To her being a slut,
Not conclusively, but
At the very least, though, tempting fate!