She enjoyed the mad thrill of a quickie,
Wore proudly a scratch, bruise or hickey,
Liked watching them sniff,
When their nose caught a whiff
Of her panties, still fragrant and sticky!
Tag: panties
High fashion
Denim shorts cut alarmingly high…
Panties glimpsed through the half-open fly…
The crotch frayed to a thread…
It could never be said
The young hussy who wore them was shy!
Don't look now
She bent down, as if pulling her sock up;
He glanced round, then lifted her frock up.
His fly was unzipped,
Her thin panties were ripped;
It was done! What mad fun! What a cock-up!
No VPL
“Are your panties silk, lacy, white cotton?”
“Excuse me! You’re perfectly rotten!
How dare you ask that!”
“Well, your skirt seemed so flat,
I suspected they’d been quite forgotten.”
Compatible
They discussed body-art and film noir,
Retro-chic and soft porn and Degas;
Then they drank more tequila,
And by Pancho Villa,
She’d stripped to her panties and bra.
Sweater girl
She felt sexy, dressed in her tight sweater;
Not wearing a bra made it better!
When men turned to stare,
Had she chosen to wear
Any panties, they’d now be much wetter!
The thrill of the chase
Laughing, shouting, she’d prance and she’d scamper;
Such clothes as she wore didn’t hamper
The scandalous joy
Of her game with the boy,
At whose hot touch her panties grew damper.
Consider the lilies of the field
Her silk panties were rather too frilly,
Her peek-a-boo bra just looked silly;
With breasts such as those,
And a cunt like a rose,
Lingerie was just gilding the lily!
Turning the other cheek
When she laughed, and she called him a wanker,
He chose not to give in to rancour,
But said “We shall see”,
Put her over his knee,
And then pulled down her panties to spank her!
Love at first sight
With her help, he unfastened her bra,
And he looked and thought “God! There they are!”
Then she took off her pants,
And from just a quick glance,
As he came, he was heard exclaim “Ahh!”