All her holes pretty much rubbed red-raw,
A late-comer joined in… the last straw!
She groaned “Right, guys, that’s it!
There’s no place he can fit!”
“Oh, come on!” they said. “Don’t be a bore!”
Tag: consent
In the heat of the moment
Well, you know… it can be hard to gauge,
In the heat of the moment… the age
Of a girl. (Too damn young?
God! She’s good with her tongue!)
Though you could, perhaps, ask, at some stage.
The matter in hand
His assault, when it came, was abrupt.
She cried “If I might interrupt…!”
Who’d have guessed? Yet he froze,
One young breast, (why God knows),
In each ham-fisted hand roughly cupped!
Persuasion
“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?”
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.