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Bad-Day Sex


Today isn't really a good day. I can't seem to concentrate on work and my mind wanders when I'm listening to someone or looking at something.
I can't stop thinking about Friday night. I can't stop thinking about how you fucked your name out of my lungs, forcing me to scream your name like my life depended on it. 

Gawd! It was amazing!
Been a while I had dick that good.
Been a while I had someone turn up the volume to drown my voice and keep the neighbors from casting and binding delinquent youths.
Been a while I got my fundament spanked like I was in a sadomasochist movie.

Bam! Bam! Bam! 
"Yes Daddy! Fuck me like you miss me! Yes! Oh yes! Uh-uh! Right there! Ooh Baby! FUCK ME!"

Dick so good my eyes were rolled back half the time while I was positioned like a big-sized boiled prawn with coochie juice dripping on the couch.

"Babe, are you ok?"

My colleague taps me on the shoulder. 

"Hmm?"

She's the third person to ask today.

"You've been looking lost all day. What's the matter?"

"I'm fine."

No. I'm not really fine.

I've got 99 problems and a dick is one.

How do I snap out of this now?

Option A: Get more dick
Option B: Get more dick
Option C: Get more dick

F U C K !

*Scrolling through Whatsapp chats, clicks on fourth name*

Hey. I miss you. When can we hook up?

Comments

  1. MaskuraidNovember 8, 2016 at 9:54 AM

    That's what i'm talking about!

    ReplyDelete
  2. AyomidotunNovember 13, 2016 at 3:28 AM

    Chai...
    "my eyes were rolled back half the time while I was positioned like a big-sized boiled prawn with coochie juice dripping on the couch..."

    I say no more!

    ReplyDelete

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