Flowers, gifts, a guy does the hard yards,
A first kiss, and the girls drop their guards!
A sly squeeze of a breast;
If she doesn’t protest,
Well, of course, a fuck’s quite on the cards!
Tag: consent
The downside of a woman’s prerogative
She recalled, later on, rather dimly,
Her having said no, rather primly,
Then waking to find
(Had she then changed her mind?)
Herself drunk, being fucked, smiling grimly!
Post-traumatic dress disorder
Just sixteen, little more than a child,
But precocious, flirtatious and wild!
Clumsy hands in her bra,
Being fucked in a car,
Though what trauma this caused did seem mild.
Informed consent
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!”
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!”