Her consent to a fuck was conditional;
Foreplay instructions, positional,
Time out to pee,
A quick blow job for free,
But the anal was ten bucks additional.
Tag: consent
Deep inside, she knew
She’d had sex with someone, she suspected,
Or vaguely, next day, recollected…
If so, was it nice?
Did she come? Once? Or twice?
She recalled, though, she hadn’t objected!
No pressure
“No big thing,” he said. “No need to stress!
Maybe some other time you’ll say yes.
Jerk me off then, instead,
Or just give me some head.
One way’s good as the next, more or less!”
Law abiding citizen
She was pretty as hell, though flat-chested.
“You old enough, baby?” he jested.
“It all up to you,
But I don’t want to do
Anything that might get me arrested!”
Highs and lows
In a doorway, behind a closed shop,
They smoked dope, he unfastened her top.
They were horny and high;
She had sex with the guy.
Well, he fucked her. She didn’t say stop!
Victorian morality
She enjoyed a root, just on the quiet.
One day she’d said yes, just to try it.
Her gentleman friends
Were just means to her ends.
If found out, she’d just flatly deny it.
Saying it with flowers
When arraigned, he said, in his defence,
That she’d fondled his penis, and hence,
It must follow that she,
Ergo, seemed to agree,
And the flowers were fair recompense!
Options weighed
Had she stayed, she thought, rather dismayed,
She would not, then, have gone home unlaid;
Not be innocent still,
Still not know that mad thrill,
Not be doomed, still, to be an old maid!
A nod is as good as a wink
Her consent he inferred from a nod,
And proceeded to give her a prod.
Though she moaned, rolled her eyes,
Had a look of surprise,
She said nothing throughout, which was odd.
Without benefit of clergy
When he fucked her, she got quite enraged,
But her guilt pangs were somewhat asuaged,
Lying there in his bed,
Yes, he loved her, he said.
“Good!” she said. “Does this mean we’re engaged?”