His great cock, in itself was impressive!
He need not have been so aggressive;
She’d wanted it too!
But then, what could she do?
To be raped, more or less, seemed excessive!
Tag: rape
The party circuit
Statuesque, and attractively shaped,
Satin ball-gown seductively draped,
She sipped champagne and schmoozed,
Keeping rich men amused,
Later on, to be, more or less, raped.
The benefit of hindsight
Though at first she’d been highly offended,
Outraged, by the time that it ended,
Her ravishment done,
All too soon once begun,
She’d decided she thought it quite splendid!
His saving grace
The damn fellow by whom she’d been pestered,
By whom, in fact, one night molested,
She told “Though it’s moot,
If you weren’t a good root
I’d have probably had you arrested!”
Fisticuffs
Not to be thought a slut, she’d resisted,
Kicked, scratched, screamed and cursed, bucked and twisted;
All part of the game,
She’d been fucked all the same,
The best part, strange to say, being fisted!
Party games
Pretty drunk, she just lay, glassy-eyed,
Pussy dribbling a bit, open wide.
He unbuttoned his pants.
Well, why pass up the chance?
Not too lively, but still, a free ride!
Beyond reasonable doubt
If he’d fucked her, that night, as she claimed,
(As he had), could a fellow be blamed?
She’d flashed tit in the bar,
Sucked his cock in the car;
Why was she not called out, named and shamed?
One for the road
What on earth had got into her head?
If she’d only said “no thanks” instead!
Not had just one more drink!
Well, what else would she think,
Naked, spreadeagled, tied to his bed?
Vlad
At the sight of his penis, words failed her!
Shocked, for what good it availed her,
Brave little lass,
Though she fought him, alas,
Soon, arse up and face down, he’d impaled her!
Silver lining
“He damn raped me!” she said, with a pout.
“Yeah, alright, I’d gone so long without,
That I didn’t say no,
But not yes, either, though!
Still, I guess, it at least broke the drought!”