Naked, giggling, affected by drink,
On the pool table! “What do you think?”
Said the guy with the cue.
“What’s a fella to do?
Which to pot first? The brown or the pink?”
Tag: public sex
Always carry a handkerchief
Just some bloke at the pub, cute and lanky;
To do what she’d done did seem skanky,
But life’s too damn short!
No regrets then, she thought,
As she wiped off his cum with her hanky.
Rainy day woman
Dress hitched up, down a grubby side lane,
Being screwed by some man in the rain…
So turned on, too, what’s more!
What if somebody saw?
What to do, how on earth to explain?
Rush hour
For some reason she couldn’t explain,
She was horny. Resistance was vain!
She’d come twice with her hand …
Would that man understand,
And just root her, right there on the train?
Excess
She considered herself quite progressive,
Not hung-up or shy or possessive…
Wife swapping? Okay.
Public sex, bondage play…
But the gang bang, she thought, was excessive!
Making a spectacle of oneself
“Well it does, rather, yes, give one pause,
To be publicly rooted, outdoors,
And to come, then, as well!
Strangely, though, truth to tell,
One did rather enjoy the applause!
Highs and lows
In a doorway, behind a closed shop,
They smoked dope, he unfastened her top.
They were horny and high;
She had sex with the guy.
Well, he fucked her. She didn’t say stop!
Spectator sport
One would think a root quite hard to botch;
Wham, bam into a slippery crotch!
Though it’s not rocket science
Or battling with giants
It might depend who’s there to watch.
Queue-jumping
In the queue she stood nervously waiting,
Not caring that she was creating
A scene. Let them stare!
She was only aware
Of the toy in her pussy vibrating!
Tasting notes
Underneath her skirt, somebody snuffled;
A voice mumbled something, but muffled.
She didn’t reply,
Didn’t speak! Nor did I,
As she sipped at her wine, quite unruffled!