She asked “Where will you put it, precisely?”
“Your cunt,” he said, bluntly, concisely…
“Your mouth… What the hell,
In your arsehole as well.”
“Fine,” she said, that will do very nicely!”
Tag: consent
Hospitality
When a stranger came to the oasis,
Young women would veil their faces;
They wouldn’t say no
To a little root, though,
On a simply hospitable basis.
Afterthought
She was feeling decidedly fraught;
She had not behaved quite as she ought.
To have just acquiesced!
Let him fondle her breast!
She should never touch sherry or port!
Highland fling
Scottish ways, to some folk, may seem foreign;
A Scottish lass, say, for a florin,
If asked the right way,
Wouldn’t likely say nae
To a taste of what’s under the sporran!
A hard bargain
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.
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.