Even as
her husband Brian
shags her,
Nuala thinks of Una.
Even as his body
pounds into her
in passionate gaming,
she wants it to be
Una there not him,
not Brian.
She lies there
allowing him his pleasure,
his need,
listening to his sighs,
and grunts,
and 4 minute workout.
Even as he shudders
himself to a big ******
she feels nothing,
but a tingle of regret
and unearned sweat.
He lies back on
his side of the bed,
breathless,
panting,
taking large gulps
of bedroom air.
She just looks up
gives the ceiling a stare.
How was it for you?
He asks eventually,
turning to gaze at her,
a look of satisfaction
on his face.
It was good,
she lies,
best yet.
He smiles,
and puts a hand
on her right ***
Have you heard
from that friend, Una?
He asks.
No I've not,
she lies,
looking at his eyes,
and how innocent
they are,
how childlike
he seems.
He tells her
of his day at work
in soft utters;
she listens on and off
thinking of the ***
she'd had with Una
that afternoon;
how hot and wet
she'd been,
needing a hot shower
to get clean.
She lets him talk on,
hoping he won't
want *** again that night;
she's not up to it,
all she wants
is sleep and rest,
not more ***
with him,
the 3 minute trier,
and boring pest.
Jun 29, 2016
Jun 29, 2016 at 1:13 AM UTC
Even as
her husband Brian
shags her,
Nuala thinks of Una.
Even as his body
pounds into her
in passionate gaming,
she wants it to be
Una there not him,
not Brian.
She lies there
allowing him his pleasure,
his need,
listening to his sighs,
and grunts,
and 4 minute workout.
Even as he shudders
himself to a big ******
she feels nothing,
but a tingle of regret
and unearned sweat.
He lies back on
his side of the bed,
breathless,
panting,
taking large gulps
of bedroom air.
She just looks up
gives the ceiling a stare.
How was it for you?
He asks eventually,
turning to gaze at her,
a look of satisfaction
on his face.
It was good,
she lies,
best yet.
He smiles,
and puts a hand
on her right ***
Have you heard
from that friend, Una?
He asks.
No I've not,
she lies,
looking at his eyes,
and how innocent
they are,
how childlike
he seems.
He tells her
of his day at work
in soft utters;
she listens on and off
thinking of the ***
she'd had with Una
that afternoon;
how hot and wet
she'd been,
needing a hot shower
to get clean.
She lets him talk on,
hoping he won't
want *** again that night;
she's not up to it,
all she wants
is sleep and rest,
not more ***
with him,
the 3 minute trier,
and boring pest.
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