One day, not too much unlike many others, the boy and girl were laying in bed together and he was aroused….for absolutely no reason. Well, she wasn’t and she told him to take his time with the backrub and the ear kisses and he will surely get what he’s looking for. Goal achieved without too much effort. Well then, wouldn’t you know it, the boy had to go pee-pee. The girl said “hurry” and then waited, and waited and waited as her thoughts drifted from the almost painful desire in her nether-regions to recapping the workday and things she needs to do over the weekend. Needless to say, the desire waned. And so, she hoped for the best but expected the worst and let the activities begin, hoping it would be a quick one. His two day old stubble abrasively shredded the skin off her face with every push. His breathe, abundant with garlic, burned her face and nose. She turned away from him to avoid these things and she wanted this activity to end.
He sensed this and asked “Should I stop?” she said “No”. Because she knew from experience with others, stopping would make him angry, and then she would be alone.
She spent the rest of the time watching the shadows of a man on top of her, engaging in the most human activity yet appearing so inhuman. It wasn’t the caring , gentle, harmless man she knew that morning. It was the man she’s seen before throughout the years. Selfish, needing, animalistic. All different men, but they all look the same in the dark in that situation….ugly. She was regressing into a dark place in her past where sex was not enjoyed. It was a demeaning chore.
“Ouch” she said as the needles of his facial hair pressed against her skin for the last time and his arms crushed her elbows in such a way, that it JUST had to stop.
She rolled over near tears because she cries for things that are GOING to happen, and has just about cried them all. He got up and dressed and said “Take care” as he left.
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