“Come sit down, warm yourself by the fire…
I don’t bite,” he said, the damn liar,
His hand on her thigh,
As she started to cry,
As his fingers crept higher and higher.
Tag: abuse
Cheapskate
Bloody lucky she’s such a sound sleeper!
He thinks, as he sticks it in deeper…
His sister maybe…
But a fuck… and it’s free!
like his personal whore, only cheaper!
Tin god
Self styled guru, his own weird sect…
After dinner he’d smugly select
A young girl, maybe two,
To lay hands on and screw…
When you’re god, they can hardly object!
Beyond bad
Scrunched up bra, tattered panties, one stocking…
“Dumb slut!” he said, tone cold and mocking…
She hadn’t said no…
What he did to her, though,
Was beyond bad… in fact rather shocking!
Inconclusive
Is her body his, wholly, exclusive?
He rapes her… he’s selfish, abusive…
Can love cause such pain?
Is to love him insane?
Sleepless, fretful, the answers elusive.
Saliva
Sodding bastard… and him a damn priest!
Fucking fucked her, the lecherous beast!
Salivating, he were…
Never mind about her…
Could have licked her damn pussy at least.
Misplaced gratitude
“Get your clothes on and go, bitch,” he muttered…
His loins and her own still abutted…
The bastard withdrew…
“Th-th-thanks for the screw…
It was l-l-l-lovely”, she stuttered.
Wokeness
He just said stuff like that to provoke…
Like, to call her a slut, for a joke…
And like… what if she were?
It was okay with her…
And, in fact, he was pretty… like… woke!
Upstairs, downstairs
She’d said no, for all that had achieved…
She could tell… but would not be believed…
Crumpled hankie, red eyes,
Semen dripped down her thighs,
As her splendidly large bosom heaved!
The meek
“Would you mind…?” he said, rather obliquely.
She protested, true, but just weakly…
He fucked her right there…
Though she cried, did he care?
“May I go now, please sir?” she said meekly