Though she’s had a few narrow escapes…
Pussy-grabbling, bum-pats, near-rapes…
Just by sheer, dumb luck,
Still no actual fuck…
Though that might just have been sour grapes.
Tag: rape
The back story
His toe tickling her cunt as he paints,
Her face blissful, she comes… and she faints!
“What a stroke of good luck!”
He thinks, grabbing a fuck…
“She’ll do nicely for one of the saints.”
Shock therapy
Pounded, mauled, tits and cunt bruised and battered,
Dishevelled, distracted, wits scattered,
She lay taking stock…
“Gosh!” she thought. “What a shock!
But he’d fucked her though. That’s all that mattered!
Bitter and twisted
She was left a bit bitter and twisted…
She’d said no, and cried, and resisted…
Been fucked nonetheless!
Might as well have said yes,
Since the bastard had bloody insisted!
Unaccountable
Drunk or drugged… or amnesia perhaps…
(Such convenient memory gaps!)
Was it rape, as she said,
When discovered in bed,
Or a puzzling, if brief moral lapse?
The boyfriend
“Gang bang Saturday night” said the text…
She was naked, drunk, rather perplexed…
As another guy came…
Someone said “What’s her name?”
And her boyfriend said “Okay, who’s next?”
Hard to get
Introspective, shy, rather reclusive,
Which made her seem, though… what? Exclusive!
She seemed unaware
Of his love… Did she care?
Would to rape her be over-intrusive?
For the use of
“Local girls” said the sarge. “For the use of.
For sampling the sexual juice of.
For casual rooting
In lulls in the shooting.
For sport and for carnal abuse of.”
Beyond the pale
When he flopped out his penis, she paled…
“Oh God! I’m a virgin!” she wailed.
He ripped off her dress…
She sobbed “Look… maybe yes…
Give me time…” But by then she’d been nailed!
Fighting the good fight
Her poor pussy was rubbed red and raw,
Titties bruised and her spanked bottom sore…
But she’d scratched, clawed and bit,
Kneed his balls, kicked and hit…
He’d still fucked her, but call it a draw!