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.
And thus, truth is revealed! Love it.
ReplyDeleteThank 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.
DeleteAnother delicate one. Suggesting but leaving everything to the imagination. And there is a lot to imagine.I like it that way.
ReplyDeleteThanks.
(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.)
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...
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