What a bloody damn foolish mistake,
For a sensible woman to make!
To give in and say yes!
Had she come? Sort of, yes…
But her moaning and such were all fake.
Tag: consent
Ifs, buts and maybes
“Wanna fuck?” he said. She said “Say what?
Lemme see it… Is that all you got?
Lemme suck it and see…
You can have that for free…
Then I’ll fuck it maybe. Maybe not.”
Supply and demand
She’d not been very hard to convince…
Goodness knows, she’d dropped plenty of hints!
Guess it just goes to show,
That some men are just slow…
She thought, giving her pussy a rinse.
Turning point
She should maybe have sex with this guy.
He was cute. Not a word of a lie!
All her friends thought she had…
Could it be all that bad?
It was sort of why not, more than why.
Role model
Tied spread-eagle, by ankle and wrist,
She can’t do much but buck, writhe and twist.
He pulls out, changes hole…
Shocked, she slips out of rôle,
And she smiles and says “If you insist!”
Sleep no more
As roots go, it was just mediocre.
But still, the damn practical joker,
He’d have his sly fun…
Pull her dress down when done…
Easy in…out…in… What if he woke her?
A certain inevitability
He’d be rooting her shortly , she sensed,
And she involuntarily tensed,
As he groped her down there…
It just seemed so unfair!
If he’d asked… but with which he’d dispensed.
Interior monologue
“God!” she thought. “This is rather provoking!
His cock down my throat, half damn choking!
Oh great! Now he’s come…
But… he’s fucking my bum!
Bloody hell! The man’s got to be joking!”
Curly one
They were equally up for it, thus
To have thrown the guy under a bus!
She’d enjoyed the fuck, right?
Didn’t put up a fight…
How on earth was it rape then? Discuss.
Tempting fate
He’d have rooted her, had she been older…
The little tart couldn’t be bolder!
Just standing there, nude,
Begging, like, to be screwed!
Would it hurt, though, maybe, just to hold her?