She’d been raped, tied up, had her arse smacked…
Some big bloke (she knew that for a fact)
Had committed the crime.
Being drunk at the time,
It was hard, though, to be more exact.
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Cock-crow
“Though I don’t like to blow my own trumpet,
I do get my fair share of crumpet!”
He crowed. “Let’s just say…
I don’t charm ’em, don’t pay…
They can bloody well like it or lump it!”
R&R
“Can we give it a break, please?” she pleaded.
She must be worn out, he conceded.
She’d shown lots of pluck…
It had been a long fuck…
And perhaps a bit rougher than needed.
A gift horse
“Do you fancy a bit of a tumble?”
He asked, and continued to fumble
Up under her dress…
When she blushed and said “Yes!”
“Fuck!” he thought. Well, a man couldn’t grumble.
Considerate
The guys said “Better take off your dress…
If you don’t, it’ll get in a mess.
And your panties and bra…
Kneel down… There you are!
You’ll be covered in cum, more or less.”
Peepshow
It won’t hurt… No harm done, so to speak,
If she don’t know, he thought. Just a peek
Through the crack in the wall…
And her naked and all!
God! He couldn’t believe his own cheek!
Incentivisation
She suspected her drink had been laced,
From the look in his eye… and the taste…
So she giggled a bit,
Dropped a strap, bared her tit,
Lest the poor man’s good work go to waste!
Lassitude
Protestations of love, disingenuous…
Arguments, logic… so tenuous…
Still disinclined,
She said “Please, do you mind…
Let’s not fuck… Perhaps something less strenuous?”
The shack-up
She was hot, that girl, bloody well stacked,
The cute blonde, up with whom he was shacked,
And she loved him as well,
So it seemed… hard to tell…
It might all be a bit of an act.
All there, in black and white
Vitiligo, she said… she looked piebald!
The weirdest woman he’d eyeballed!
Black, blotches of white…
Buddy, after tonight,
One great story, decidedly ribald!