It oddly looks much larger and imposing, now that it’s aimed at my little hole. I grab his hand to stop him. Porn sex “Todays the day,” I tell myself, while I wait impatiently in the darkness of my guest bedroom. “Mrs. “You?” He asks, slowing his roll. He steps back toward the door. He takes another step towards the door. I scolded myself for being too late to devour his nakedness with my eyes, but tonight I’m left without a treat, Mike isn’t in his room. “Just been a while.”
“There’s always tomorrow,” I retort, hoping for more. He takes another step towards the door. I shamefully present my dish as though it were a cleanly shaven and tasty treat. Once I hoped its rooms would be filled with children, my children, that my husband would give me. My breasts look much perkier when it’s on, but the men I slept with before my ex-husband always loved their fullness and how my nipples would stab out from behind my shirt. I walk around my house peering out of my windows in search for him, wondering where he could be. I want to yell but his mouth muffles my cries, so I retaliate by taking a non-lethal bite of his bottom lip.
