Fidgeting and frustrated as you go on, and on, and on, do you ever shut up?, I realize that you are setting the terms of our fight, actually my fight. I start thinking how to take you down a peg, when your twin pegs waft into mine as you brush your boobs into mine, and you bound off to your room. "Why you arrogant jumped up tart", but I am talking to your vanishing butt, and I am left with my hands on my hips, gesticulating with my head at nothing.
Having to blow off steam, I debate going down to the casino, but getting ready to go out seems too involved in my current state. I flick on the idiot box and see coming attractions, then the 'passion of the casino: the intensity' and peer in. This can’t be, they have a dumb voiceover, but they have footage of a catfight advertising the place. Our catfight! with the final shot being a foot arching in the air desperately as happy revelers clap and cheer. And you had the nerve to call me a gutter brawler, why if I hadn’t slipped, I would have ruined you that time, and if my ass hadn’t landed so hard on the concrete, I would have walloped you the other time. My lower lip now sticking out to match my chin, I am determined to take the initiative and your pride tomorrow. I’ll play her games, and beat her at them. I hear you coming back and shut off the TV, after another glance at the looped fight they keep playing, andI head for a well deserved and desired shower. " Will be ready for you bright and early tramp", as you get a parting shot of my sweet buns.
Think, Linda, think, what makes that tawdry slut tick. What are her weaknesses? Delicacy and refinement, she has no defense against that at all. I will slow the pace and nibble her till she is drooling, If I can penetrate all the makeup she will wear. I give my hubby a ring to remind him about the dog, and dinner the day after tomorrow, and to let him tell me how much he misses me. It feels good to be worshiped from afar, but tomorrow, I’ll have that bitch doing her worshipping up close and personal.
Rolling and squirming in bed, I am reliving the day. I just can’t sleep. I wish I could finish her right now, and get up, brush my hair out, and sit on the edge of the bed, still squirming. Is that a noise, is she still up? It won’t hurt o check, and I pad out. Perhaps I’ll just get another drink, or maybe she is sitting there frigging herself. She was so turned on, I had such an effect on her.