- Handcuffs
- Blindfold
- KY
- Condoms
- Gag
Well, a fellow’s hard up for a shag!
Might not need them, although,
If the damn girl says no,
A fuck’s still pretty much in the bag!
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Well, a fellow’s hard up for a shag!
Might not need them, although,
If the damn girl says no,
A fuck’s still pretty much in the bag!
A nice dinner, good wine, he was witty,
But forced himself on her; a pity.
Still, mostly convivial,
Damage just trivial.
Just part of life in the city!
The poor girl couldn’t quite understand,
(Though, of course, he’d have had it all planned),
How she came to be nude,
On her back, being screwed,
By some subterfuge, some sleight of hand!
The hunt cancelled; too wet to be riding,
His lordship, besotted, presiding,
Called “Wench! You be the fox!
Tally ho! Out with cocks!
Her poor pussy, once caught, took a hiding!
Raped, abducted, abused by this bandit,
Tied up to a tree… Could she stand it?
Nude, narry a garment!
The lecherous varmint!
Could not be more fun if she’d planned it!
It sprang out of his pants and rose steeply;
She fought, didn’t sell herself cheaply!
She’d not let him know,
She swore later, although
It, in fact, had affected her deeply.
Though she knew it was only a dream,
How like life or death still did it seem,
As she fought to escape
From what? Murder or rape?
And nobody could hear her scream!
The poor girl! Passed out, pissed as a newt!
Panties showing. Those tits! She’s damn cute.
She’s so cheeky and flirty,
She wouldn’t get shirty,
He hoped, if he slipped her a root.
Dress and underwear tangled and tattered,
Her good name besmirched, cum-bespattered,
She had a good cry…
One quite understood why…
Not, of course, that he cared, or it mattered.
True, her dress was revealing and tight,
But to say she’d deserved it was trite;
Had he twisted her arm?
She’d resisted his charm,
Though perhaps not as hard as she might!