Her consent was assumed, more or less,
Since her eyes and her body said “Yes!”
With the sway of her lips,
How she smiled, licked her lips,
And the nothing worn under her dress!
Tag: consent
Little lamb, who made thee?
“That ain’t fair!” the poor innocent bleated.
“I said not in there, and you cheated!”
He grinned, his big cock
Up her arse, chockablock,
And she gave up and let him, defeated.
The chosen
“Yes. I know,” she agreed with a sigh.
“Either you or some other damn guy…
Does it have to be me?
Like… The question, you see,
Isn’t so much why not, it more why?”
Skinning a cat
“I do value my virtue quite highly…
My pussy, that is,” she said shyly…
“But no one would know
If you buggered me though…
And went down on me too,” she said slyly
In control
“You may fuck me. Okay,” she agreed.
“Yes… You do have a nice cock indeed!
I’ll just suck it a bit…
Lick my pussy and clit…
Good. That’s quite enough now. Please proceed.”
A toe in the water
So… This anal thing that you propose…
We could give it a go, I suppose…
Try a finger maybe…
Then your cock… and we’ll see…
I might even quite like it. Who knows?
Binding agreement
She woke up from a deep sleep to find
Herself nude, in a bit of a bind…
Indeed hogtied, in fact…
And her arse being smacked…
Being fucked … which she didn’t much mind!
Trust
She’s right there, naked, plainly unfussed…
Such naivety, innocence, trust…
“Come lie here,” she said,
Smiling, patting the bed…
“You could fuck me… perhaps… if you must.”
Sensibility
Though she knew she was merely stalling,
She did find sex faintly appalling…
Undignified, crude,
Even just being nude…
And subjecting herself to such mauling!
Self preservation
The poor chap took it as an affront…
She’d reneged, in a manner most blunt…
Although not out of priggishness…
Just that his biggishness
Threatened to ruin her cunt!