Should I fuck him? she thought . Might as well.
He might have a nice cock… who can tell?
Might go down on me too…
I could use a nice screw…
Fuck him, suck him… why not? Yes, I shall.
Tag: consent
The personal touch
“You can touch it, you know. It won’t bite…
I don’t think so, at least… but it might…
And your cock’s getting bigger…”
She said. “And I figure
You might as well fuck me, alright?”
Then and now
“Stop! Please stop!” she begged, weary and teary.
“No way. I ain’t done with you dearie.
Not fun anymore?
But you liked it before…
Suck it up!” he said, nastily cheery.
Indiscriminate
Not a slut, but a bit unrefined…
You can fuck her in front or behind.
Black, white, whatever size,
Should the question arise,
She’ll most likely be that way inclined.
Quick thinking
He said “Fancy a bit of a tumble?”
She thought “Mmm, a girl shouldn’t grumble…
It’s late in the night…”
So she said “Yep, alright…
Just a quickie but…” all in a mumble.
Sunny side up
Her improbably long, slender legs,
Her cute arse, tits like yummy poached eggs,
Naked, down on her knees…
“Oh god! Please! Pretty please!
Fuck my brains out, for fucksake!” she begs
Wokeness
Pardon miss, I’m afraid I misspoke…
I ain’t… what’s that damn word? Oh yeah… woke.
Make love? Shit! Go to bed?
What man should have said
Was, like “Spread ’em! I want a damn poke!”
Tab A, Slot B
She said “Okay, let’s see what you’ve got…
Yep, I reckon that might hit the spot…
Get your arse over here…
Put down your damn beer,
And put that big tab in my slot!”
Telltale
In his pants was a telltale bulge,
Which, of course, served to plainly divulge,
Were she in the right mood,
(As she was,) to be screwed,
They might both like, perhaps, to indulge.
Mental struggle
She should maybe have screamed… to0 late… still..
She could struggle.. she might… well, she will…
Or else not… just stay mute…
Well, a root’s a damn root…
Just enjoy the vicarious thrill.