“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.”
Tag: consent
Candy’s dandy
“Girls fuck cheap, mate,” he says, 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.
The art of persuasion
Cheeky wench… Her continued defiance
Of course justified his reliance
On ropes, handcuffs, chains,
Riding crops, whips and canes,
Which ensured her grudging compliance.
Up for it
“Well, I’m buggered! she laughed and said brightly,
“It did fit, albeit damn tightly…
Arse-virgin no more!
Of course I’m damn sore…
Go again? If you ask me politely!”
Enough rope
She allowed him a kiss and a grope,
But, y’know, give a boy enough rope…
Pretty soon she was nude,
In the mood to be screwed,
Slidin’ down the old slippery slope.
The milk of human kindness
” I just thought, if you’re that way inclined…
Or just didn’t, like, very much mind…
Well… there’s been other chaps…
Could I fuck you perhaps?”
He said. “Yes? Thanks! You’re terribly kind.”
A tight spot
She was quite understandably frightened…
Her poor puckered ass sphincter tightened…
One finger, then two…
Then his cock… what to do?
Clutch the bedhead and sob, knuckles whitened!
Flirtatiousness
She’d been flirty perhaps, a bit cheeky,
And drunk… but the bastard was sneaky…
Somehow she was nude…
And not just being screwed,
But in ways that were pretty damn freaky!