“You’ll be wanting to fuck me, I guess,”
She said. Winked. “Let me slip off my dress…
Maybe bugger me too?
Can I go to the loo?
Look… whatever! The answer is yes!”
Tag: consent
The silence
Squeezed her tit, rubbed her clit… no effect.
At least none he could bloody detect,
So he stuck in his cock…
No excitement, no shock…
Still, she seemed, at least, not to object.
The art of the deal
Should he offer her cash? Did he dare?
Would a couple of hundred be fair?
Well, why not? She can choose,
Just say yes, or refuse…
If she slaps his face, what does he care?
If only
If he’d known that she loved him so madly,
It wouldn’t have turned out so sadly…
The rope, her distress…
When she would have said yes,
And have given herself to him gladly!
Beyond reasonable doubt
God! she thought, with sigh and a pout.
Can the fool of a man be in doubt?
Has he no common sense?
Yes! She fucking consents!
Must she bend over, spread ’em and shout!
To boldly go…
She says yes, though she isn’t that keen…
He can fuck her where no man has been…
Other girls do it, right?
Oh God! Ouch! It’s so tight!
Is he doing it just to be mean?
The try-on
“God!” he said, rolling off her and sighing.
“Control yourself woman! Stop crying!
I know you said no…
Get your clothes on and go…
You can’t blame a bloke, though, for just trying!”
Room service
He’s not handsome, or wealthy, but still…
If he tries on a fuck, as he will,
Shit, she thought, might as well.
It’s a fancy hotel,
And, like, he’s the one paying the bill.
Conscience
It was certainly rather unkind
The poor girl being deaf, mute and blind,
To have fucked her like that!
I mean… what kind of rat… ?
Though she’d seemed not to very much mind.
Ambivalence
Not as if it was of her own choosing…
Both thrilling and shameful! Confusing.
Of course, not much fun,
But no great harm was done…
Wounded pride, her torn panties, some bruising.