“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!”
Tag: consent
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.
To skin a cat
“Well, she said. “We can either elope,
Go get married, and bugger the pope,
Or… I just won’t say yes…
You can rip off my dress,
Tie me up… Look, I brought my own rope!”
Showing her cards
Despite his mates’ ragging and scoffing,
He judged, by the wine she was quaffing,
(A bottle so far),
And not wearing a bra,
There was likely a root in the offing.
Goldilocks, not
It was damp in the woods, cold and drizzly,
His cock like a bloody bull’s pizzle! He
Scratched, bit and growled,
She felt helpless, befouled.
It was like being fucked by a grizzly!
Rationalisation
Quite hung-over, next day, when she woke,
In a motel, with some hairy bloke,
Neatly folded black dress,
She thought “Guess I said yes,
Which it’s too late, I guess, to revoke.”
In an ivory tower
The poor chap, just a wee bit fanatical
Spent his entire sabbatical,
Working to show
A girl’s yes might mean no,
Or else, maybe, the nuance grammatical.
Calling her bluff
She’ll just grit her teeth, grin, and be strong.
Well, how long can a root take? Too long!
Though she led him on, yeah,
Still, it doesn’t seem fair!
How could things go so horribly wrong?