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.
Tag: consent
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.
His for the asking
When he grabbed her, she took him to task…
“Dude, like what’s with the knife and the mask?
Put that damn shit away!
But don’t go, you can stay…
Want to fuck me? You only need ask!”
Devil may care
He just fucked her, just devil-may-carely,
A whim, but he thought fair and squarely.
She sulked for a while,
But gave in with a smile,
As they all did, excepting just rarely.
Provocateur
She was feeling a little provoked…
“Well for fucksake, my panties are soaked!
We been smoochin all night…”
She cried. “No more, alright?
Git yer cock out. I wanna get poked!”
Invading her personal space
She screamed “No!” The poor innocent wretch,
As she felt her poor pussy hole stretch…
Pushed and pulled, deep and wide,
His cock pounding inside…
“Your sweet arse next,” he growled, the damn lech!
Perhaps
She found blokes, using various apps,
Met up, hooked up, and danced on their laps…
For the price of a meal
She’d giggle and squeal,
And suck them and fuck them perhaps.
Criteria
Over time she grew steadily wearier,
Softened her rigid criteria…
That or not know
How it felt , there, below…
To have somebody up her interior.