She’d gone out to the pub and got plastered;
She woke up, her jeans still half-masted,
Her pussy awash!
“Strange,” she thought, then “Oh gosh!
That cute guy must have fucked me, the bastard!”
Tag: consent
A grey area
“Want a fuck?” he says. “Yeah. In your dreams!”
Then he squeezes her tits, and she screams!
So, of course, he lets go.
Did she mean like “yeah, no”?
More like, maybe, just no. So it seems.
Verbal contract
He was giving her helluva grinding!
She didn’t seem, though, to be minding.
She loved it, he’d guess.
Still, although she’d said yes,
He just hoped the agreement was binding!
Behind closed doors
The door locked,not much chance of escape!
Stunned and speechless, she stood mouth agape,
As he ripped off her dress!
Though she might have said yes,
Having not, it was pretty much rape.
The lay of the land
“Well”, she said, as she fiddled and fussed
With her petticoats. “Likely, I trust,
You’ll be wanting a root.
So, get out of that suit,
And get on with it then, if you must!”
Full of himself
His great cock, in itself was impressive!
He need not have been so aggressive;
She’d wanted it too!
But then, what could she do?
To be raped, more or less, seemed excessive!
Fisticuffs
Not to be thought a slut, she’d resisted,
Kicked, scratched, screamed and cursed, bucked and twisted;
All part of the game,
She’d been fucked all the same,
The best part, strange to say, being fisted!
The whisky speaking
He came onto her, some crude damn punk!
“Want a fuck?” he asked. “Yes, I am drunk,
So are you, though, no doubt,
And it’s screw, or miss out!”
“True enough”, she thought. “Okay.” Slam dunk!
Reasonable doubt
She was sexy as hell, though not clever.
She’d never had sex! Never! Ever!
He said “Well, you should!
Sex is awful damn good!”
And she answered “Yeah. No. Yeah. Whatever!
A grain of truth
If I do, will he then think the less o’ me?
Won’t his big cock make a mess o’ me?
Maybe, she’d guess,
Still, she gives in, says yes,
And gets starkers, and spreads! Open sesame!