“If you want to, my lord,” she said sweetly,
Perhaps we could sneak off discreetly.
Your kisses inflame me!
Would anyone blame me
For letting you have me completely?”
Tag: consent
Vlad
At the sight of his penis, words failed her!
Shocked, for what good it availed her,
Brave little lass,
Though she fought him, alas,
Soon, arse up and face down, he’d impaled her!
No-no
Certain no-nos should just be exempted!
She’d stripped off, which rather pre-empted
The fact of consent.
Young and sweet, heaven-sent!
Oh, indeed, he was quite sorely tempted!
Silver lining
“He damn raped me!” she said, with a pout.
“Yeah, alright, I’d gone so long without,
That I didn’t say no,
But not yes, either, though!
Still, I guess, it at least broke the drought!”
Rorts and torts
She’d agreed just to kiss him, she thought.
She protested and squealed and fought,
But still finished up nude,
On her back, being screwed!
No big thing, but a bit of a rort.
Her good deed for the day
She’d said yes, although not much inclined,
Frankly, sort of, well, just to be kind.
Not the best root she’d had,
But it wasn’t that bad,
Just a root, and she didn’t much mind.
The small print
Well, of course, rules are meant to be bent,
Which applied, she supposed, to consent.
Just to tick yes or no,
Not say where it could go,
Meant to not have a say where it went.
To skin a cat
“Well, she said. “We can either elope,
Go get married, and bugger the pope,
Or… I just won’t say yes…
You can rip off my dress,
Tie me up… Look, I brought my own rope!”
Showing her cards
Despite his mates’ ragging and scoffing,
He judged, by the wine she was quaffing,
(A bottle so far),
And not wearing a bra,
There was likely a root in the offing.
Goldilocks, not
It was damp in the woods, cold and drizzly,
His cock like a bloody bull’s pizzle! He
Scratched, bit and growled,
She felt helpless, befouled.
It was like being fucked by a grizzly!