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!”
Tag: consent
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.
Dude
She walks up to the bloke, says “Hey dude!
Wanna root? Like, Im just in the mood.”
And the guy turns around
Looks her up, looks her down,
Like he’s hungry, and maybe she’s food.
A village lass
There’s a sweet little lass from Kildare,
Who’s not sure quite what should go where…
Like which hole is for what…
Should it go there or not?
But in practice, she doesn’t much care.
Vacancy
The young soldier checked into his billet…
Madame knew her way round a skillet…
“There’s also”, she said
“A warm place in my bed,
By the way, if you wanted to fill it.”
Spiv
A right charmer! A bit of a spiv..
But how much of a toss did she give?
If she went the whole way,
Fucked him, like, she dared say
What the fuck? Right? She’d probably live.
Affirmative action
Should I fuck him? she thought . Might as well.
He might have a nice cock… who can tell?
Might go down on me too…
I could use a nice screw…
Fuck him, suck him… why not? Yes, I shall.
The personal touch
“You can touch it, you know. It won’t bite…
I don’t think so, at least… but it might…
And your cock’s getting bigger…”
She said. “And I figure
You might as well fuck me, alright?”