The damn cheek! She was rather amused,
And, to tell the truth, somewhat confused.
Not her type, not a bit;
Fuck him? Not in a fit!
For a laugh, though, it might be excused.
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?
Transparency
Saying filthy things into her ear,
The things that he’ll do. Lord! Oh dear!
He’ll fuck her… then… what?
That must hurt quite a lot!
As she’ll soon find out, it would appear.
Opportunity knocking
His dick’s hard. Should she give it a squeeze,
Grab his belt buckle, get on her knees?
It must be plain as day!
Must she beg? Must she say
Fuck me, now! Must she also say please?
A pox on both their houses
Pussy burning, a quite nasty itch,
When she pissed, God, it hurt like a bitch!
So she’d picked up the clap
From some poxy damn chap,
The big question, of course, being which?
The cart before the horse
In his mind they seemed perfectly matched,
And she lived right next door. A plan hatched…
He’d just somehow persuade her …
Or what if he made her…?
Why not? Pleasant itch to be scratched!
Going with the flow
No great problem, her mind wasn’t closed;
She in principle wasn’t opposed:
Whether this hole or that…
They could just have a chat.
Or perhaps toss a coin, she supposed.
Such sweet sorrow
Should he screw her one more time or go?
Pleasure his to indulge or forgo…
He was hard enough still…
Though beginning to spill,
That sweet pussy was worth one more go!
Looking on the bright side
Though seduced and abandoned, deceived,
In a way, she was sort of relieved;
Cherry out of the way,
And the fuck was okay.
Still she was just a little bit peeved.
Fatal words
Her confession of love misconstrued,
From her words he was led to conclude
That she wouldn’t say no,
Which she didn’t, although,
If she had, she might still have been screwed!