They were equally up for it, thus
To have thrown the guy under a bus!
She’d enjoyed the fuck, right?
Didn’t put up a fight…
How on earth was it rape then? Discuss.
Tag: limerick
In his dreams
The young girl down the road he’d been grooming,
(His fixation, quite all-consuming)…
Her smile. How she smelt…
Soon she’d know how he felt,
When he fucked her at last (just assuming).
Opportunity cost
Still a virgin, so much to consider;
To marry the damn highest bidder?
Sulk, grumble and cry?
Or just fuck some fool guy…
(Which she did… for what damn good it did ‘er!)
Bitchiness
As fucks go, it had been just delightful.
To say, as she had, it was frightful,
Belittle and mock
The poor fellow’s small cock
Was quite unnecessarily spiteful!
He doth protest too much
“To be honest, I don’t give a damn!”
Sean exclaimed. “The whole thing, twas a sham!
Twasn’t rape! Twasn’t nuttin!
That woman was mutton,
Dressed up as a tender young lamb!
Life in the fast lane
“Being popular takes its damn toll,
Being rooted in this and that hole,
By pricks long, short, thick, thin!”
She exclaimed with a grin.
“But it beats being bored,” she said. “LOL!”
Making every post a winner
Naked, stretched on his four-poster bed,
Pussy gaping, her arms and legs spread,
She thought, no point in fighting…
It’s rather exciting!
Just lie back, enjoy it instead!
Making the best of it
Well, she thought, as she lay there, legs spread,
If I’d known where it all might have led…
That’ll teach me to flirt!
Still, a root wouldn’t hurt,
In fact, might be quite nice, when all’s said.
Ripe
Though not quite yet of age, young and prime,
To not root her would seem a damn crime!
Some weeks more, months at worst…
Yet… to be the girl’s first!
It’s, of course, just a matter of time.
Nepotic dilemma
“Dear Uncle, poor chap!” thought his niece.
“Should I let him obtain his release?
Put his thing… there… below?
Aunty need never know…
Or else scream for help, call the police?”