It had been hard, good fun, a clean fight,
But now, naked, she gave the green light.
Was it totally fair?
In the end, did he care,
When they fucked, if it hadn’t been, quite?
Tag: consent
Temptation
She gave in, though she knew that she shouldn’t,
Determined, at first, that she wouldn’t.
He’d gently insisted…
She’d bravely resisted
Temptation… but found that she couldn’t!
Getting off, getting on
He was eighty, but still pretty spritely,
Well-mannered; He asked so politely,
She said, yes, she would,
And the sex was quite good,
Though her arthritic hip did hurt slightly.
Tacit approval
Did he ask? Did she ever say yes?
One thing led to another, I guess.
Did she give her consent?
In the final event,
It was sort of assumed, more or less.
Love, more or less
The girl wasn’t too clever, I guess;
Girls in love will, as ever, say yes.
She thought he loved her too,
Which, of course, wasn’t true,
But he rooted her, nevertheless.
A fluid situation
“I’m a virgin!” she whispered. “Please, stop!”
So he did, but she clambered on top,
Her face flushed, her eyes glazed,
Dripping, slipping, half-crazed,
And her hymen gave way, with a pop!
All’s well that ends well
In the end, it all fitted quite neatly;
It stretched her, and filled her completely!
She liked it, although,
She might well have said no,
Had he not begged her ever so sweetly.
Ticklish situation
She’d had too much to drink, and got prickly.
“I guess you want sex,” she said thickly.
“Alright, if you must.”
Her voice dripped with disgust…
“Go ahead, but just get it done quickly.”
The laps of the gods
The boys think she’s a gift from the gods;
A boy winks, and she giggles and nods.
A quick brush of their lips,
Then it’s down with their zips,
And in no time, they’re shooting their wads!
Outflanked
It was low-cut, revealing, and white;
Her breasts threatened to fall out, and might.
He hitched up her lace gown,
Laid her bum-up, face-down,
And she gave in with hardly a fight!