Posts Tagged ‘consent’

Inamorata

August 17, 2017

The poor girl, so besotted, enamoured;
“Y-yes! Y-y-yes, please!” she stammered.
The words scarce left her mouth
Than, her panties gone south,
She was tits-down, arse-up, being hammered!

 

 

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Everything in its place

August 13, 2017

She politely, but firmly declined
When he asked could he try from behind,
Lest it enter his head
To try anal instead,
For which arseholes are poorly designed.

 

 

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Lady Luck

August 10, 2017

A big gambler, a bit of a joker,
He wagered his girlfriend at poker.
The fellow who won her
Complained, when he’d done her,
The root had been just mediocre.

 

 

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Conga

August 10, 2017

She’d been somehow, it seemed, rather duped.
Could consent be passed on, shared and grouped?
Two guys, three? Yeah. But more?
The line went out the door!
She was starting to get a bit pooped!

 

 

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Worst comes to worst

July 27, 2017

She woke suddenly, gasping. She tensed.
There was somebody near, she sensed!
Some vile chap. Even chaps!
Who might rape her perhaps!
Which, in fact, she had nothing against.

 

 

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Guessing game

July 26, 2017

When he slapped her a bit, tore her dress,
She’d at least played along, more or less,
But he wondered, mid-shag,
(Should he take off her gag?)
If her grunt meant a no or a yes.

 

 

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No harm in asking

July 20, 2017

His remark was a bit out of place,
Or, as she said, “a bloody disgrace!”
But he thought, “What’s to lose?
She can only refuse.”
“God!” she said. “Wipe that smirk off your face!”

 

 

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Coalition of the willing

July 11, 2017

Her compliance, of course, was well meant,
Since he’d seemed to be bloody hell-bent!
She’d got naked, OK,
But was hard put to say
Where his damn penis, truth to tell, went!

 

 

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Telepathy

July 5, 2017

She’d gone sulky and wasn’t replying.
He said “Love, just nod if I’m prying.
More wine? Have a fag.
Do you fancy a shag?”
Shake of head. No … but might she be lying?

 

 

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Not on the same page

July 5, 2017

He felt awful, the way she was crying.
There was, he supposed, no denying,
She’d not been as keen
As he’d hoped she’d have been,
But you can’t blame a fellow for trying!

 

 

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