Lady Anne, with remarkable candour,
Confessed to a quick one-night-stander
With one of our peers,
Who much prefers queers,
Though this, of course, might well be slander.
Tag: one night stand
Short-sighted
The poor boy, it was love at first sight…
Her sweet pussy was fit-to-burst tight!
But life’s cruel, it seems,
And the girl of his dreams
Cum and gone, when he woke at first light.
Yes. Please.
One night stands… not her usual style,
But she’d not had a root for a while,
So she figured why not…
(The nice car, the big yacht)…
And said yes, with a cock-sucking smile.
Rationalisation
Quite hung-over, next day, when she woke,
In a motel, with some hairy bloke,
Neatly folded black dress,
She thought “Guess I said yes,
Which it’s too late, I guess, to revoke.”
Better to have loved and lost
To just fuck her and leave did seem callous,
Not done though, she thought, out of malice.
The man was a brute,
But it was a good root!
All her girlfriends were terribly jealous.
Passing acquaintance
They’d made love, which she’d later regret.
Though he’d said that he’d never forget,
When she called him next day,
He said “Who did you say?”
Like as if he’d forgotten they’d met!