“Let me say, before things go much farther,”
She said, as she undid her bra, “The
Thing is… Bless my soul!
Well… quite frankly… which hole?
I don’t mind much though… Which would you rather?”
Tag: consent
Whetting his appetite
“How about a nice blow job to start?
I’m an expert!” she said. “It’s an art.
A slow fuck for entree?
Your choice, which hole, which way!
What’s your fancy? It’s sex a la carte!”
Nightcap
The poor girl, being not too astute,
She believed his lies… horrible brute!
“Just come in for a drink…”
Did she pause? Did she think
It might be an excuse for a root?
Minx
She deserves what she gets, little minx,
Fucking flashing her titties, he thinks.
When he tries it on, though,
Cheeky bitch, she says no,
Even after he’s paid for her drinks!
Goldang
“Well,” she said, with a broad southern twang,
“If I’m gonna get rooted, goldang,
Then you good ol’ boys might
Jist as well do it right…
Shoot, I’m jist gonna fuck the whole gang!”
Mind games
“You can have me,” she says with a wink.
“Would your husband not mind, do you think?”
“Yes”, she says. “If he knew…
He’d kill me then kill you.”
And his cock starts to rapidly shrink.
The lancinating glance
He’d been ogling her tits, which was weird…
Might want to do more too, she feared…
He might want to screw…
Goodness! What should she do?
Fuck! Too late! She’d already been speared!
Too late
He was vulgar, offensive and crude…
And what’s more, she’d not been in the mood…
He’d been overly forceful,
Though later remorseful…
But fuck! She’d already been screwed!
Venial sin
She does root, though she’s very discreet…
If she fancies a fellow, she’ll cheat…
An occasional yes
She need hardly confess…
Sin a notion she thinks obsolete!
Another day another dollar
Guess it’s all just a part of the job…
A girl can’t be a whore and a snob,
She thought. Can’t pick and choose,
Have much say who she screws…
Like this foul-mouthed old fucking fat slob!