Saturday, February 15, 2014

Just another turning point...

Hi honey. So… are we just going to keep pretending, or are we going to talk about last night?

Yes.  Yes, I do think we need to talk about it.

OK, so shall I go first?

Well… we got into the bedroom… and you were all eager, as you usually are.  And then when we started to get serious it went all limp… same as usual too.  And – well, I’m sorry but maybe I’d had a bit too much to drink and I just lost it.

so…instead of saying it was OK and just quietly going to bed, I got mad.  And I shouted and screamed at you, about what a pathetic excuse for a man you were, and how your tiny little limp excuse for a dick made me just want to slap you around the face and make you cry like the little girl you are –
- and I’m sorry for saying those things honey, I really am.  It was just… well, once too often, you know? -

And I was just about to storm off to the spare bedroom… when I looked down and…

…well, there didn’t seem to be a problem any more, did there?  I’ve never seen you so hard. And I don't need to remind you what happened after that.

And that’s what I thought we should talk about.

So I have.

Your turn.


  1. And thus, truth is revealed! Love it.

    1. Thank you for commenting Ms Snow. Yes, I find these things have a tendency to come up in certain conversations, whether I want them to or not.

  2. Another delicate one. Suggesting but leaving everything to the imagination. And there is a lot to imagine.I like it that way.
    (I could comment on most of your postings but leave it at doing it now and then. Your blog is one of the best, if not THE best.)

    1. Thank you, janan3s. I'm flattered. I'd better seek someone (Someone) out for a bit of eg-reduction therapy. I know just the lady...