She should maybe have sex with this guy.
He was cute. Not a word of a lie!
All her friends thought she had…
Could it be all that bad?
It was sort of why not, more than why.
Tag: consent
Role model
Tied spread-eagle, by ankle and wrist,
She can’t do much but buck, writhe and twist.
He pulls out, changes hole…
Shocked, she slips out of rôle,
And she smiles and says “If you insist!”
Sleep no more
As roots go, it was just mediocre.
But still, the damn practical joker,
He’d have his sly fun…
Pull her dress down when done…
Easy in…out…in… What if he woke her?
A certain inevitability
He’d be rooting her shortly , she sensed,
And she involuntarily tensed,
As he groped her down there…
It just seemed so unfair!
If he’d asked… but with which he’d dispensed.
Interior monologue
“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!”
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.