“He’s so nice!” she said, shyly confiding.
“But still, I had trouble deciding…
I’d sucked him before,
But he wanted… well… more…
I said yes… God! My cunt copped a hiding!”
Tag: consent
Fond hope
An air-kiss, and they chastely embraced,
Any hope in his heart much misplaced…
Just the thought of him nude,
Of herself being screwed
Left her filled with the utmost distaste!
Ts and Cs
Her consent came with terms and conditions:
Use condoms. Her choice of positions.
No anal… not yet.
Lick her first, get her wet…
And between fucks, of course, intermissions.
Upping the ante
She’d had maybe a glass too much wine
When he said “Babe, your sweet ass is mine!”
Did she scream? Flee in fright,
As a good woman might?
No, she stripped and said “Pussy or asshole? That’s fine.”
Miss-givings
What on earth does he possibly mean?
Gosh! Whatever it is sounds obscene!
Painful, possibly, too…
What’s a woman to do?
She’s most certainly not a bit keen!
Free will and determinism
Still a virgin, but what are the odds?
The boy’s putting the question.. she nods…
Had she not had a drink,
Maybe… What do you think?
Nah. It’s all in the laps of the gods.
Gulp
One must say, in the fellow’s defence,
Her reluctance was mostly pretence.
He pressed on, nonetheless,
And she gulped and said yes,
Since his penis was fucking immense!
Semaphore
Her consent was assumed, more or less,
Since her eyes and her body said “Yes!”
With the sway of her lips,
How she smiled, licked her lips,
And the nothing worn under her dress!
Little lamb, who made thee?
“That ain’t fair!” the poor innocent bleated.
“I said not in there, and you cheated!”
He grinned, his big cock
Up her arse, chockablock,
And she gave up and let him, defeated.
The chosen
“Yes. I know,” she agreed with a sigh.
“Either you or some other damn guy…
Does it have to be me?
Like… The question, you see,
Isn’t so much why not, it more why?”