SCRUBBER

I never really knew what I was getting into - I mean she
looked dead sexy in her miniskirt and cleavage. Kinda
taunting and daunting, both at the same time - she's
heaven and hell combined. I must have been out of my
mind when I whispered, "I love you" in public.

"You make me wet when you talk like that." she yells,
tossing her words like toxic pellets at everyone in
earshot.

She kills my feelings. She revels in her stupid
obnoxiousness. "Play with me nips will yer. Put yer
hand down the front of my pants. Go on. Do it!"

I'm cringing - dying of embarrassment. "I'm turned off
baby." I say to her.

"Too fucking bad. Bollocks! This is who I am - Play with
me nips. Go on!"

Am I torturing myself to absolve my sins just to impale
my good nature on her lack of sensitivity?

I want to fuck her so bad. I can taste it. It was only
an hour ago my tongue was playing Ping-pong wit her
clitoris. Now I want her again. She drives me nuts,
she won't behave. I'm stressed, tense like a violin string.
Then twang, then wham, then bang and my penis
is so far up into her womb I should be leaving a flag not
semen. She ways it's true love. I think she's fucking
mad. She wants us to get married?