“Stop! Please stop!” she begged, weary and teary.
“No way. I ain’t done with you dearie.
Not fun anymore?
But you liked it before…
Suck it up!” he said, nastily cheery.
Tag: consent
Indiscriminate
Not a slut, but a bit unrefined…
You can fuck her in front or behind.
Black, white, whatever size,
Should the question arise,
She’ll most likely be that way inclined.
Quick thinking
He said “Fancy a bit of a tumble?”
She thought “Mmm, a girl shouldn’t grumble…
It’s late in the night…”
So she said “Yep, alright…
Just a quickie but…” all in a mumble.
Sunny side up
Her improbably long, slender legs,
Her cute arse, tits like yummy poached eggs,
Naked, down on her knees…
“Oh god! Please! Pretty please!
Fuck my brains out, for fucksake!” she begs
Wokeness
Pardon miss, I’m afraid I misspoke…
I ain’t… what’s that damn word? Oh yeah… woke.
Make love? Shit! Go to bed?
What man should have said
Was, like “Spread ’em! I want a damn poke!”
Tab A, Slot B
She said “Okay, let’s see what you’ve got…
Yep, I reckon that might hit the spot…
Get your arse over here…
Put down your damn beer,
And put that big tab in my slot!”
Telltale
In his pants was a telltale bulge,
Which, of course, served to plainly divulge,
Were she in the right mood,
(As she was,) to be screwed,
They might both like, perhaps, to indulge.
Mental struggle
She should maybe have screamed… to0 late… still..
She could struggle.. she might… well, she will…
Or else not… just stay mute…
Well, a root’s a damn root…
Just enjoy the vicarious thrill.
Frisson
Tall and handsome, and frightfully charming,
A smile at once lewd and disarming
His whispered suggestion,
Though out of the question
Enticing, as much as alarming!
Life’s a lottery
Why not kiss him? she thought, with a shrug…
Maybe give him a suck, or a tug…
Worst case, what? A quick fuck…
Or perhaps, by bad luck,
Her nude corpse, rotting, wrapped in a rug/