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!
Tag: consent
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.
She giggles
The girl giggles and squeals and fights.
Kicking, bucking, she scratches and bites.
She does all she can do,
But he’s fucking her through
A convenient hole in her tights!
Bravado
She cried “Lord! Stick your finger in first!
From the size of that thing, I might burst!
No, I’m not saying no.
I might give it a go …
Oh my God! What the fuck! Do your worst!
The rending of the curtain
“Does that hurt?” he enquired, politely,
“No, no, it feels good!” she said brightly.
Then, on the next stroke,
Something inside her broke!
“God! That’s torn it!” he muttered, contritely.
No time like the present
Much and all as beforehand she’d lusted,
Once naked, the poor girl grew flustered.
She begged him, “Not now!”
But got fucked anyhow,
And she found that she quickly adjusted.
Imperturbable
Hands and feet tied, she wriggled and shuffled,
Gagged too, her small protests were muffled,
Upstairs, in his flat,
Rooted this way and that,
Throughout which she was strangely unruffled!
Hidden depths
She’d stay virgin as long as she could.
Although boys thought she wouldn’t, she would!
When the right fellow tried,
She’d say yes, teary-eyed.
She imagined it might be quite good!
Persuasion
Though she’d put up a bit of a fight,
He’d undressed her, well almost, not quite.
She was down on the floor,
When he asked her once more,
And she said “Oh shit, fuck it! Alright.”
Open minded
She said “Let’s get it out in the open;
I don’t mind your squeezin’ and gropin’,
Your prick, always stiff.
Damn! Stick it in, if
It might lead to a weddin’, I’m hopin’.”