“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!”
Tag: consent
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.
Ace up his sleeve
Did she want to or not? A hard call.
She was frantically trying to stall,
Then he whipped out his prick…
God! So long! And so thick!
Yep. She did want a fuck, after all!
Fill in the space
“Oh, my goodness!” she thought, with a frown,
As his hands brushed her breasts, moving down…
“Oooh! That feels superb!
God! Yes! Please (INSERT VERB)
My hot, wet, virgin, tight (INSERT NOUN)!
Life’s not fair
He’d about thought he had this girl pegged…
Sassy walk, heavy-titted, long-legged…
She’d go off, he’d have said,
Be a screamer in bed…
Couldn’t fuck her, but, not if he’d begged!
Misgivings
What a bloody damn foolish mistake,
For a sensible woman to make!
To give in and say yes!
Had she come? Sort of, yes…
But her moaning and such were all fake.
Ifs, buts and maybes
“Wanna fuck?” he said. She said “Say what?
Lemme see it… Is that all you got?
Lemme suck it and see…
You can have that for free…
Then I’ll fuck it maybe. Maybe not.”
Supply and demand
She’d not been very hard to convince…
Goodness knows, she’d dropped plenty of hints!
Guess it just goes to show,
That some men are just slow…
She thought, giving her pussy a rinse.