Filthy boots, his jeans grubby and tatty
“Damn cowboys!” she thought, bein’ catty…
But then, (half his luck)
“Why not throw him a fuck…
Ain’t no need for guys dressin’ up natty.”
Tag: consent
Smorgasboard
Young, buck naked, hot, wet, her legs spread,
And a wicked thought entered his head…
Her sweet cunt would be good…
But he could… yes, he would
Only pound her tight asshole instead!
Trust
Young, confused, foolish, flattered and flustered,
She let him, this man whom she’d trusted,
Do things to her which
Scared her, hurt like a bitch,
Left her mortified, shamed and disgusted.
Suspicion
“I’d not mind…” she said “just being screwed…
I’m in fact in an amorous mood,
But I’m rather concerned…
(A suspicion hard earned)
Just what else being fucked might include!”
Fact and fiction
She’d said yes, as a matter of fact,
To a fuck, the plain sexual act,
Not bukkake, no way,
But then, to her dismay,
There she was, being spattered, bum smacked!
Her honour
Please, Your Honour, Miss Jones was abused,
Forced to do lewd things by the accused…
Intercourse did occur…
And, according to her,
She was raped… though she could have refused!
Conventional
She said yes to a fuck… quite intentional…
Missionary style, just conventional,
Lots of conditions…
No awkward positions,
Barely, in fact, three-dimensional!
Sooner or later
She’d said no, of course, at the beginning,
To fuck, she well knew, would be sinning…
But kissing was great,
When they went on a date,
And his hands… yes, the dark side was winning.
Tomboy
A cute tomboy, she caused a small riot…
“This fucking… You guys wanna try it?
My folks are home though…
You can all have a go…
If you want… but we gotta be quiet.”
The real McCoy
This is it … gosh! The real McCoy!
Like, an actual hands-on- tits boy!
But how far should she go?
Push him off and shout “No”?,
Or just lie back, relax and enjoy?