His first time at the cabaret. Lordy!
Them girls! Skimpy costumes, so gaudy!
No panties, as well,
It was easy to tell,
And their songs and the jokes, oh so bawdy!
Tag: panties
A coalescence of events
The poor girl, she’d tried hard not to yield.
Her fate, though, was pretty much sealed
The moment they kissed,
Then she couldn’t resist,
As the cum on her panties revealed!
Below the belt
Not a 10, but she’d do in a pinch.
Half undressed, they went into a clinch,
Then he hitched her astride,
Pulled her panties aside,
And he worked his cock in, inch by inch!
Bumping bellies
Belly dancing’s a curious thing;
Tassels, veils, a few bits of string,
A provocative dance
Done without any pants,
Trading favours for baubles and bling.
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.
Hard done by
Being screwed wasn’t too bad, except
He was only half-hard! Jesus wept!
She’d not miss, not as such,
Her virginity much,
More her panties and bra, which he kept!
Taken for a ride
New in town, fancy cars, neon lights;
A man offered to show her the sights.
She woke minus her purse,
And her phone, and what’s worse,
Her virginity, panties and tights!
Victor’s secret
He had rather a strange predilection;
He owned an extensive collection
Of panties and bras,
From whores, Hollywood stars,
Which he’d fondle, to get an erection.
Youthful enthusiasm
His cock hard, as he hitched up her dress,
As she tugged at her panties, “Yes! Yes!”
But he came in her hand…
(His first time, understand…)
What a hot, sticky, glorious mess
The modern woman
She considered herself rather modern;
Her panties, when worn, often sodden,
The way to her heart,
And that other warm part,
A path easily found and much trodden.