Looking over her shoulder, she kneeled,
Bare arsed, winking, nothing concealed,
Pink, glistening slit,
Wet as… no need to spit…
As he plunged in… “God! Fuck, yeah!” she squealed.
Tag: consent
The power of positive thinking
Though her sex life had just been so-so,
It was hectic now, full-on, go-go!
She’s like one of those dolls…
A selection of holes…
Yes to anything… nothing no-no!
Unconditional offer
“Fuck me! Use me like one of your whores!
Don’t ask why… Never mind… Just because!
Fuck my arse, fuck my face
Fuck me any damn place…
Tie me up,” she said. “Fuck! I’m all yours!”
Spit first
“God damn, boy! Watcha think you damn doin?”
She said. “Shoot! Ah reckon ah’m screwin,”
Said he. “You don’t say!
Well, I ain’t got all day,”
She said. “Spit out that gum that you chewin!”
Choosy
“Go to bed with you? Don’t be absurd!”
She exclaimed, never minding who heard…
“But your friend… (and she sighs),
With those lovely blue eyes…
If he wants me, need just say the word!”
A proper gentleman
I do realise, Miss, that you’re shy,
And, although I have no wish to pry…
If you don’t want to screw,
Well, that’s quite up to you,
But I’d like, nonetheless, to know why.
As one does
“If you must, then…” she said with a sigh,
As his hand slowly crept up her thigh…
“And you will, I suppose…
I’m so weak, heaven knows…
Fuck me, do, though I think I may cry.”
Candy’s dandy
“Girls fuck cheap, mate,” he say, and repeats…
“Cheap as chips, a few flowers or treats,
Couple beers maybe,
Hell, some chicks fuck for free…
Or a Coke, or a packet of sweets!
All at sea
There she is, on his fucking big yacht,
Thinking “Shit! Do I fuck him or not?”
Just because the guy’s rich…
What to say? Yes? No? Which?
Prob’ly yes, if she’s put on the spot.
Miss givings
Her surrender successfully bartered,
Consent given, less than wholehearted,
Consumed still with dread
Nude, she lay on his bed,
Like the virgin she was , to be martyred.