The poor girl couldn’t quite understand,
(Though, of course, he’d have had it all planned),
How she came to be nude,
On her back, being screwed,
By some subterfuge, some sleight of hand!
Tag: consent
Moral dilemma
She began to get flustered and stressed,
Once he’d kissed her, and fondled her breast.
Should she give him a suck?
Would he still want to fuck?
Should she go home, or just get undressed?
A moral dilemma
The pearl necklace, a nice little trinket;
He may want to fuck her! Don’t think it!
A man of that kind?
If he does, does she mind?
And this gin that he’s poured, should she drink it?
The wind out of his sails
When he fucked her, she didn’t mind frightfully.
Things had turned out quite delightfully!
She’d liked it too,
So he thought. Thought he knew.
“I’ve had better and worse”, she said spitefully.
Fourplay
Naked, down on the floor, on all fours,
She said “Don’t think that girls are all whores,
But, look, just for tonight,
You can have me, alright?
Fuck me! Do what you like! I’m all yours!”
Respectability
To maintain, or seem to, self-respect,
She did hesitate, vaguely object,
But stripped off like a shot,
Gave him head, the whole lot,
So quite fancied a fuck, I suspect!
Plied and pliable
Plied with sherry, she started to totter.
She felt inexplicably hotter,
Began to undress.
She may well have said yes,
Perhaps not, if he’d asked her, the rotter!
In depth
It sprang out of his pants and rose steeply;
She fought, didn’t sell herself cheaply!
She’d not let him know,
She swore later, although
It, in fact, had affected her deeply.
Waste not, want not
The poor girl! Passed out, pissed as a newt!
Panties showing. Those tits! She’s damn cute.
She’s so cheeky and flirty,
She wouldn’t get shirty,
He hoped, if he slipped her a root.
The unbearable wetness of being (horny)
“God, he’s slow!” she thought. “Shy, I suppose.
He could have any woman he chose!
And me, love in my eyes,
Pussy juice down my thighs,
Like some snotty kid’s damn runny nose!”