The alleged rape, milord, is plain fiction,
The handcuffs, the gag, the restriction
Of movement and speech,
Just a game, played by each;
All good fun! Not the stuff for conviction!
Tag: consent
Brazen
He bit hard on her poor sunburnt titty,
Ignored that her pussy was gritty;
Right there, on the beach,
He sucked both, he bit each,
And he sank in his prick without pity!
Free will or determinism?
They not so much made love as collided;
Their fates must have just coincided!
True love? A mad fling?
Just a physical thing?
When they fucked she still hadn’t decided!
Suspended animation
A young lady he’d lately befriended,
Trussed, naked, now dangled, suspended,
Pink holes on display;
He could do what he may,
And pay later for services rendered.
Going forward
She’d said yes, although under duress;
When he’d done, though, she had to confess
It had been rather fun,
Once the fuck had begun,
Never mind that the sheets were a mess!
Participatory democracy
The top sheet was impressively tented,
The bed damp, the air musky-scented.
She thought, with a grin,
As she took it all in,
She was awfully glad she’d consented!
Shagworthy
Although skinny, her knees and wrists knobbly,
Her tits are humungous and wobbly,
And though not a slag,
If you ask for a shag,
Though she’ll grumble, she’ll still say yes, prob’ly.
Small mercy
She’d said no, to which he was resigned,
But she suddenly, then, changed her mind.
“So, she loves me!” he thought.
Nothing, though of the sort;
She was only, in fact, being kind.
In the heat of the night
Furtive, into her bedroom he crept;
They made love, which was lovely, except
That, although he came twice,
It just would have been nice
Had it not all occurred while she slept!
Real trouper
It almost dislocated her jaw,
Her poor pussy was rubbed red and raw.
There was one hole to go!
Though she could have said no,
She winked lewdly and came on hard-core.