Her lace knickers, so flimsy and scanty,
Not panties quite, more just a panty,
And all that she wore!
He must fuck her, he swore!
(Which, of course, she would not have been anti!)
Tag: consent
The shy maid
She just nodded her head and smiled cutely,
Conveying quite plainly, though mutely,
A virtual shout,
He was left in no doubt,
She was up for a fuck, absolutely!
No regrets
Though, of course, she’d been thoroughly plastered,
He did take advantage, the bastard!
She could have said no,
Perhaps should have, although
It was fucking good fun, while it lasted!
Pressing the right buttons
Though his access was somewhat restricted,
His hand in her bra, though conflicted,
Excited her so,
That she stopped saying no,
As he’d hoped… in fact boldly predicted!
The sins of the mother
God said no, but poor Kate wasn’t listening,
Legs spread, her young pussy glistening!
Lord! how she’d come!
“Wake up, girl!” called her Mum,
“We’ll be bloody well late for the christening!”
Aesthetic sensitivity
Although loving, compliant and trusting,
She found all the grunting and thrusting,
The smells and the mess,
The whole thing, more or less,
She owned up, in fact, bloody disgusting!
Reading her lips
From the overtures that she was making,
Unspoken taboos she was breaking,
She’d not be opposed
To a root, he supposed;
Certain liberties there for the taking!
The light of day
She’d have thought she’d have some sort of warning,
But no… comprehension still dawning,
She’s woken up nude,
Sticky, recently screwed,
In his bed, and it’s already morning!
The path of least resistance
All the arguing, tears and stress;
So much easier just to say yes!
Hesitate, just for form,
To conform to the norm,
And then grab his damn cock and undress!
Skewed logic
“I’m a virgin,” she whispered demurely.
Kissing could not hurt though, surely?
Touching her, there?
She, in fact, didn’t care
If he finished up fucking her, screwily.