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as everything I throw at her. Maybe I need to give her a few hours to think this through to make sure that this is what she really wants. Tonight, if there’s still a spark of interest there, then it’s on.
The woman is hell on my restraint, though. Like right now, she’s rolling her sausage link around in the pancake syrup and licking it off before putting the link in her mouth to suck it off. She’s doing it on purpose, I know, but it’s still driving me and my aching cock crazy, even after I jerked off in her shower again this morning before I woke her up. And don’t even get me started on how sexy sleep-drunk Josie is when she wakes up arching her back and moaning in a tangle of sheets. The whole ordeal had me needing another cold shower.
That’s it! I can’t take any more of that meat sliding in between her red, luscious lips.
“You, um, probably need to hurry up and eat so I can get you to work,” I tell her. It’s already eight o’clock. And even though I said I would get to the garage early this morning to finish up on the AC unit, I could care less right now about rushing in. We don’t actually open until nine, so I’ll still be in half an hour early. Guess I need to post a wanted ad today on top of the million other things I need to do. But last night as I tried to fall asleep without masturbating on her couch, I realized that I’m happy that asshole was fucking my ex-bitch.
Katrina and I were terrible together. We argued about every damn thing under the sun. Maybe opposites attract; but for the two of us, mostly it was just annoying as hell to put up with all her shit. She was a slob; and while I’m not Suzy Homemaker, I don’t like to live in a pigsty. Also, she was a vegetarian, which is fine, her decision. But she wouldn’t stop nagging the fuck out of me every time I had a burger or a steak. Like she was entitled to the freedom to not eat meat, making a big fuss about it in every restaurant we went into, yet she couldn’t respect my need for meat in my diet. She was such a goddamn hypocrite, and good fucking riddance to her!
“Penny for your thoughts?” Josie asks, setting her fork down after she finishes eating everything on her plate, including the cock-teasing sausage. She’s like the anti-Katrina, who would go into hysterics if she had more than five M&Ms in a day.
“I think I hated her,” I reply honestly.
“Who?” she asks with a scrunched forehead.
“My ex, who I will now only refer to as the whore or bitch. The two are interchangeable.”
“Ah,” Josie says with a smile spreading across her beautiful face. “Sorry, not sorry.”
“I’m not sorry. She was…and I was…but she didn’t have to fucking cheat on me! Why didn’t she just say it wasn’t working and move out?” I ask rhetorically.
“‘Cause she’s a bitch, and that would’ve been an unbitchy thing to do?” Josie offers.
“Guess so. Now that I think about it, she really was a bitch, even before the cheating.”
“But she was hot.” Josie makes it a statement not a question.
“Yeah, blinded by her hotness, I guess I didn’t see or didn’t want to see what was really underneath --- an annoying, cold-hearted bitch.”
“Nice,” Josie says with a grin. “I think you should only refer to her as that, annoying cold-hearted bitch or ACHB for short.”
“Done,” I agree. “Finished?”
“Yeah, I guess.” Josie sighs so hard her shoulders rise and fall like she doesn’t want to leave. I don’t either, which is another major difference between her and the ACHB. I was never in a hurry to get home to her at night. And in the mornings, I wanted to leave before she woke up and started nagging me. Never, after we moved in together, did I ever think about how much I wanted to be around her longer. No, it all went downhill after we started cohabitating. That wasn’t my idea at all. ACHB lost her job at a tanning salon after she set the wrong time on a bed and burnt a poor woman to a
The woman is hell on my restraint, though. Like right now, she’s rolling her sausage link around in the pancake syrup and licking it off before putting the link in her mouth to suck it off. She’s doing it on purpose, I know, but it’s still driving me and my aching cock crazy, even after I jerked off in her shower again this morning before I woke her up. And don’t even get me started on how sexy sleep-drunk Josie is when she wakes up arching her back and moaning in a tangle of sheets. The whole ordeal had me needing another cold shower.
That’s it! I can’t take any more of that meat sliding in between her red, luscious lips.
“You, um, probably need to hurry up and eat so I can get you to work,” I tell her. It’s already eight o’clock. And even though I said I would get to the garage early this morning to finish up on the AC unit, I could care less right now about rushing in. We don’t actually open until nine, so I’ll still be in half an hour early. Guess I need to post a wanted ad today on top of the million other things I need to do. But last night as I tried to fall asleep without masturbating on her couch, I realized that I’m happy that asshole was fucking my ex-bitch.
Katrina and I were terrible together. We argued about every damn thing under the sun. Maybe opposites attract; but for the two of us, mostly it was just annoying as hell to put up with all her shit. She was a slob; and while I’m not Suzy Homemaker, I don’t like to live in a pigsty. Also, she was a vegetarian, which is fine, her decision. But she wouldn’t stop nagging the fuck out of me every time I had a burger or a steak. Like she was entitled to the freedom to not eat meat, making a big fuss about it in every restaurant we went into, yet she couldn’t respect my need for meat in my diet. She was such a goddamn hypocrite, and good fucking riddance to her!
“Penny for your thoughts?” Josie asks, setting her fork down after she finishes eating everything on her plate, including the cock-teasing sausage. She’s like the anti-Katrina, who would go into hysterics if she had more than five M&Ms in a day.
“I think I hated her,” I reply honestly.
“Who?” she asks with a scrunched forehead.
“My ex, who I will now only refer to as the whore or bitch. The two are interchangeable.”
“Ah,” Josie says with a smile spreading across her beautiful face. “Sorry, not sorry.”
“I’m not sorry. She was…and I was…but she didn’t have to fucking cheat on me! Why didn’t she just say it wasn’t working and move out?” I ask rhetorically.
“‘Cause she’s a bitch, and that would’ve been an unbitchy thing to do?” Josie offers.
“Guess so. Now that I think about it, she really was a bitch, even before the cheating.”
“But she was hot.” Josie makes it a statement not a question.
“Yeah, blinded by her hotness, I guess I didn’t see or didn’t want to see what was really underneath --- an annoying, cold-hearted bitch.”
“Nice,” Josie says with a grin. “I think you should only refer to her as that, annoying cold-hearted bitch or ACHB for short.”
“Done,” I agree. “Finished?”
“Yeah, I guess.” Josie sighs so hard her shoulders rise and fall like she doesn’t want to leave. I don’t either, which is another major difference between her and the ACHB. I was never in a hurry to get home to her at night. And in the mornings, I wanted to leave before she woke up and started nagging me. Never, after we moved in together, did I ever think about how much I wanted to be around her longer. No, it all went downhill after we started cohabitating. That wasn’t my idea at all. ACHB lost her job at a tanning salon after she set the wrong time on a bed and burnt a poor woman to a
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