Her excitement is mingled with fear;
Bound, helpless, nude, still quite unclear
What will he now do?
Or if not he, then who?
She grows wetter. She sheds a lone tear.
Tag: wet
Mixed messages
Though she smiled, as she gracefully stripped;
Though her pussy was shaven and clipped;
Although wet, he could see,
When she straddled his knee,
She remained resolutely tight-lipped.
Temptation
Randy, wet and deliciously tempted,
She undid her blouse and pre-empted
His hand on her breast.
Still a virgin, he guessed,
Sick of being left out and exempted.
Lubricity
She said “Maybe it might be more betterer,
Wait till my pussy gets wetter, huh?
Suck on my tit,
Rub a bit on my clit,
Or there’s vaseline, butter et cetera.”
Snug fit
On her bicycle, snugly astraddle,
So wet! Should she pedal or paddle?
Nobody could miss
Her expression of bliss,
As she slid back and forth on her saddle!
The slippery slope
Naked, scared, she had nowhere to hide,
And yet hot and wet, trembling inside.
She lay down, bit her lip,
And she let in the tip.
Then she sort of, well, just let things slide!
A word in his ear
She drew close, pressed her lips to his ear,
Said something he couldn’t quite hear;
Her tongue, warm and wet,
Though they’d only just met,
Made her meaning abundantly clear!
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!
Instinct
She was well bred and bloody knew better…
Quite out of the question… and yet her
Base instincts insisted!
Although she resisted,
Just thinking of sex made her wetter!
Unbearable lightness
She wore jeans of such indecent tightness,
And thinness and colour and lightness,
That when they got wet,
From the rain, or her sweat,
A man’s thoughts deviated from rightness.