She’s said yes, which is rather exciting…
She’s naked, her posture inviting…
His cock’s hard… but “Wait!
Let me just get this straight…
Your consent… can I get it in writing?”
Tag: consent
Might versus right
From what little the lass recollected,
She might have been raped, she suspected…
The accent on might…
It had been a big night…
And she possibly hadn’t objected.
Sour grapes
The poor girl, she’d been rooted and dumped…
She was cranky, but mostly just stumped…
What the fuck, like, you know?
Like, she could have said no…
And his cock was just small too, she grumped.
The height of rudeness
That dumb bitch that he met at the pub
Flipped the bird at him, gave him the snub…
Fuckin’ laughed in his face…
What a fuckin’ disgrace!
Like, not even a suck or a rub!
Outstaying his welcome
“Want a fuck?” she said. “Yeah. Be my guest”
And she stood up and promptly undressed…
But then, after a while,
With a thin, tired smile,
She begged “Please, can we give it a rest?”
Pronation
She was prone to do things that she shouldn’t
She’d try to resist (though she couldn’t)…
Until… or unless
She felt moved to undress
And fuck men in ways other girls wouldn’t!
A bridge too far
Miffed, she glared at him, brows pinched, lips pursed…
“Get it out of my arsehole!” she cursed.
“Fucking accident? Right!
Was it not fucking tight?
You at least could have fucking spat first!”
Thrill seeking
She’s bodacious, but vicious and grumpy,
Not keen on the old rumpy-pumpy…
It’s kinda good fun,
Gettin’ up her, but son…
Hang on tight, cos it’s gonna be bumpy!
Hold that thought
His dad said “Son, a word to the wise…
If you have to prise open her thighs,
Better put it on hold…
There are women, I’m told,
Who are apt to gouge out a man’s eyes!”
Boo hoo
She was young and naive, unrefined…
He’d just fucked her, damn hard, from behind…
And she didn’t say boo…
So he buggered her too…
Which was maybe a trifle unkind.