It turned into a bit of a muddle…
She just wanted someone to cuddle..
The chap had his way…
There she lies, in dismay,
Oozing semen, awash in a puddle!
Tag: consent
Good intentions
Is it love? She should know it’s not so…
She’d intended… she had… to say no…
But he’d badgered and pressed her…
Had well nigh undressed her…
She thought “Shit, just go with the flow.”
The sublime and the ridiculous
Sex, despite all the splooge and the slime,
Is good fun… some would call it sublime.
There’s consent… that’s a thing…
But shit… birds gotta sing!
And it don’t take much money or time.
Implied consent
Be alert, darling daughter, beware!
Men are bastards, you must be aware…
They just want to fuck you!
Please don’t push your luck… you…
“Might get a damn root!” she said… “Yeah!”
Would V could
If she fucks, which she might, well that’s good…
And he’ll fuck her of course… most blokes would…
Though, of course, if she don’t,
He most probably won’t…
Or convince her she possibly should.
1,2,3
She consented, she’d said, absolutely…
No ifs, buts, he noted acutely…
So, deep throat, cunt second…
Her arsehole still beckoned…
He pushed on, of course, resolutely.
Winging it
His young cock thickened, hardened, extended…
Though shocked, she stayed mute and pretended…
She licked it a bit…
Rubbed it, lubed it with spit…
Would she fuck it? It sort of depended.
Service with a smile
She stripped off… the boys stood round and perved…
Much more woman than what they deserved.
“Lose them trousers,” she said,
And lay back on the bed…
“Get yer dicks hard. It’s first cum, first served!’
Unforgettable
The damn bounder! She’ll never forget him!
He fucked her the first time she met him…
Did other things too,
And she didn’t say boo…
Just bent over, and whimpered, and let him!
Thinking positive
So , she’s lying there, naked , supine,
Which he takes as a positive sign…
That she’s up for a fuck…
What incredible luck!
Or she might just have had too much wine.