“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!”
Tag: consent
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?
He doth protest too much
“To be honest, I don’t give a damn!”
Sean exclaimed. “The whole thing, twas a sham!
Twasn’t rape! Twasn’t nuttin!
That woman was mutton,
Dressed up as a tender young lamb!
Making every post a winner
Naked, stretched on his four-poster bed,
Pussy gaping, her arms and legs spread,
She thought, no point in fighting…
It’s rather exciting!
Just lie back, enjoy it instead!
Making the best of it
Well, she thought, as she lay there, legs spread,
If I’d known where it all might have led…
That’ll teach me to flirt!
Still, a root wouldn’t hurt,
In fact, might be quite nice, when all’s said.
Virtue imperilled
Quite the gentleman, thank God, ostensibly!
Still, just one drink, she thought, sensibly.
One became lots…
Beer, wine, vodka shots,
And he fucked her, of course, reprehensibly.
Initiation
She was buxom, big-arsed and plump-thighed.
The poor boy! He had no place to hide!
And him, scarcely developed,
Half-smothered, enveloped,
Bestraddled, cunt-struck, hers to ride!
Beneath her dignity
When she woke the next morning, she thought “If I’d
Had a stiff gin, and been fortified,
Maybe, then… but…
To be fucked like some slut!
Well a woman, of course, was quite mortified!”
The small print
Who’d have thought her consent had extended
To being stripped, roughly upended,
Screwed various ways,
(Some of which would amaze!)
Not at all what the poor girl intended!