She’s right there, naked, plainly unfussed…
Such naivety, innocence, trust…
“Come lie here,” she said,
Smiling, patting the bed…
“You could fuck me… perhaps… if you must.”
Tag: consent
Sensibility
Though she knew she was merely stalling,
She did find sex faintly appalling…
Undignified, crude,
Even just being nude…
And subjecting herself to such mauling!
Self preservation
The poor chap took it as an affront…
She’d reneged, in a manner most blunt…
Although not out of priggishness…
Just that his biggishness
Threatened to ruin her cunt!
On the upside
“So… the fuck… Was it worth all the fuss?
Like It’s just you and me babe, just us,”
She said. “So fucking what?
If we want to, why not?
And I came twice… a definite plus!”
A nod as good as a wink
He said “Say… do you fancy a tumble?”
“Umm, maybe…” was all she could mumble…
No sooner than said,
She’d been flung on his bed,
And been rooted, her thoughts still a jumble!
The rape of the lock
The wench seemed to be fairly agreeable,
Fucking her plainly foreseeable…
Fondling his cock,
As he lifted her smock…
A sweet lock, that was certainly keyable.
Risk / benefit analysis
Having plied her with plenty of whisky,
She’s groggy, though still fairly frisky…
She wants it, yeah? Right?
Though she may kick and bite…
Maybe trying a fuck might be risky.
Miss May
He’s intent, then, on having his way…
She’s said no… What else more can she say?
Perhaps, just to be practical,
Courteous, tactical,
Hint, maybe later, she may.
Open invitation
Not embarrassed, the least bit ashamed,
Naked, drunk, “Fuck me guys!” she exclaimed,
Arse and pussy agape…
She could always cry rape,
So the boys, and not she would be blamed.
Blessèd are the meek
Dirty rat! Like, of all the damn cheek!
They’d been just fooling round, so to speak,
When he stuck in his cock!
Balls deep… Bit of a shock!
“Stop!” she cried… more a squeak than a shriek.