The conundrum continued to baffle;
Virginity: something to snaffle?
To take to the grave?
To just pointlessly save?
So she sold herself off in a raffle!
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No drama
The deed done, she cleaned up and reflected,
Surprisingly little affected;
Some awkwardness, yes,
Panties ripped, and some mess.
Pretty much, though, just what she’d expected.
Happy fate
It now seemed undeniably plain
Her resistance would all be in vain,
So she stopped, caught her breath,
And the fate worse than death,
Caused her much more amusement than pain!
What odds?
The maid glumly considered her plight;
Tipsy, naked, well almost, not quite.
From the bulge in his pants,
There now seemed little chance
That her virtue would see out the night.
Inner thoughts
By her lustfulness tortured infernally,
Damned though she’d be, then, eternally,
Much as she’d tried,
Having felt it outside,
How she yearned, now, to feel it internally!
Buyer beware
Since they hadn’t been caught in the act,
That she’d fucked wasn’t known for a fact.
A more suitable suitor
Was found than the rooter,
Her virtue, he thought, still intact.
A fluid situation
“I’m a virgin!” she whispered. “Please, stop!”
So he did, but she clambered on top,
Her face flushed, her eyes glazed,
Dripping, slipping, half-crazed,
And her hymen gave way, with a pop!
Peer pressure
A girl’s hymen’s a thin thing and frail,
Which, lest a girl’s charms should go stale,
For reasons unknown,
Is remarkably prone,
With some slight inward pressure, to fail.
Ipso facto
The poor girl knew for certain, the minute he
Fondled her nether vicinity,
Hard as she tried,
She would not be a bride
Dressed in white, with her intact virginity.
No harm in trying
Young ladies, whenever you flirt you
Do so at the risk of your virtue.
Be mindful, however,
It’s now, or else never,
So maybe a root wouldn’t hurt you!