#womna
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
She was a sucker
For a sob story
And he had the best
She had heard in years.
Wife dying, his three
Kids taken off in
To care because he
Couldn’t cope, the *****
Addled him for a
Couple of years or
More, his mother cut
Him off and out and
Gave all her money
And the one Monet
To his big business
Brother and his young
Sister slit her wrists
In the bath and no
One found her until
The flies buzzed against
The bathroom window.
She was, they said, a
Softhearted woman,
She knew that, her ex
Told her she was a
Life raft for the bum’s
Drowning and that one
Day some bum’d take
Her down and drown her
Too. Stay the night, she
Said, and he looked glad
She had said that and
While he was in the
John doing what he
Must, she began to
Undress, taking her
Time, letting the flesh
Be slowly revealed,
Feeling the cool air
Touch her back, wanting
It to be an act
Of love not lust, a
Means to save a soul,
Not wallow in the
****** swamp of
Two bodies hotly
Connecting. She was
In bed naked when
He finally came
Out of the john; him
Looking lean, limp and
White with nothing on.
Only need a hug,
He said, nothing too
Deep or involved or
Emotionally
Exhausting, just your
Warm body and your
Breath on my ear and
Your soft whispered words,
My dear. They all say
That of course, she mused,
Watching him enter
The bed with his limp
***** and messed up
Head. She’d work on him,
Give him the hugs and
Soft words and be a
Good listener to
His sad tales and his
Self-pitying muck,
Waiting for him to
Flower for his soul
Saving, all night ****
Mar 7, 2016
Mar 7, 2016 at 2:08 AM UTC
What are you wearing?
Eddie asks. Clara
Looks at him. Wearing?
What do you mean what
Am I mean wearing? Yeah,
That’s what I asked. The
New dress you bought me,
That’s what I am wearing.
I bought you that? Yeah,
You bought me this. Don’t
You remember that?
I didn’t buy you
That two bit dress; I’d
Have remembered a
Dress like that. You chose
It for me, Eddie;
You pointed it out,
Took it off the peg
For me, and said it
Suited me fine. I’d
Not choose a dress like
That, Eddie says, I
Don’t like the colour,
It don’t suit you; don’t
Match your eyes. Clara
Sighs. She does a twirl,
The dress lifts slightly.
But you must like it,
Eddie, you picked the
**** dress. Eddie chews
On his cigar; looks
At Clara with his
Steady stare. I don’t
Like it, take it back.
Back? Clara echoes.
Yeah, and tell the shcmuck
You sold it to you
I want the money
Back today. Clara
Pouts and looks down at
The dress. I like it,
Eddie, can’t I keep
It? I won’t wear it
When I’m with you; just
Wear it when I’m out
On my own. On your
Own? Eddie says, and
Let other guys see
You in it? Let their
Eyes get the heat on
Seeing you in that?
Please, Eddie? Clara
Moans, Please, can‘t I keep
It? Eddie nods his
Head slowly. Ok,
Baby, but don’t do
That twirl thing again
It shows off your thighs,
I don’t want that to
Be seen by others
Guys. Clara kisses
Eddie’s cheek. They have
This kind of dumb ****
Conversation each
And every week.
Mar 11, 2016
Mar 11, 2016 at 2:43 AM UTC