Is she simple? Or is it an act?
“Stick it where? Could you be more exact?”
She said. “Here? In front?”
(Indicating her cunt)…
She’s a great root, though! That’s for a fact!
Tag: consent
Beatitude
Beatific! Face like a madonna,
Disgraceful young Brigid O’Connor
Looked up from her beer,
Said into his ear
“You’re cute! We can fuck, if you wanna!”
Supplication
Naughty girl, she’s a bit of a tease…
On the floor, on her hands and her knees,
Pussy spread, wet and pink…
And the pout and the wink,
Saying “Come on, big boy, fuck me please!”
Availability
“I’ve got nothin on under me dress”,
She said, winking. “Know why? Wanna guess?
‘Cause it’s like bein nude,
An I wanna get screwed…
Anyplace, anyhow, more or less!”
No
“Fuck,” he thought, “that was pretty damn rough!”
The date seemed to have gone well enough…
He’d said “Fancy a screw?”
And so what did she do?
Slapped his face and went off in a huff!
Bemused
Gosh! The way things would seem to be shaping,
She thought, there might be no escaping…
But what could she do?
And he did root her too…
Left her used and bemused, pussy gaping!
Saturday night special
Scowling, negligee tattered and filmy,
She said “Though the thought doesn’t thrill me,
It’s Saturday night,
And it’s not worth the fight,
And I guess a damn fuck wouldn’t kill me.”
Ifs and buts
If he fucked her, she’d be quite annoyed…
Not pissed off, like, but not overjoyed…
Still… she’d worn that short skirt…
And she did kind of flirt…
So a root might be hard to avoid.
Equanimity
He should fuck her, and show her who’s boss!
And he does… but she gives not a toss!
Then she says “Are you done?”
Which quite spoils his fun…
Could the bitch not at least have got cross?
An anxious moment
The poor guy, in the honest belief
She’d consented, then found to his grief
That it wasn’t quite so,
(She just hadn’t said no),
But she liked it… a blessed relief!