Sometimes I Feel Like Nut and Sometimes I Don't

This week I was a real bitch. No correction, a real Bitch to my woman. I’m one who usually can’t hold a grudge. I’ve had people judge me and do me wrong so I’m usually the first to turn the other cheek. Well not this week!

This cunt was working my shit and I was ready to cut her loose. My New Year’s resolution was to not be impulsive. So even after she committed the cardinal sin on Sunday, Monday morning I mustered up the strength to sigh, “of course I still love you” so I could keep her just in case I needed her. By Wednesday I still was upset and I tired talking it out with her and that didn’t work. I tired screaming the grudge away and it made it worse. So you know me and my fast ass was texting “Good Morning Sweetheart,” while grinning from ear to ear, to my ex the next morning and I suddenly felt better. To this day my best friend still refers to my ex as the one that got away. She will always be my favorite big butt and a smile. As one text rolls into 50 before my lunch break I knew I was getting in too deep. When straight nasty thoughts of burying her face deep into my mountain of down pillows while my Pink Panther drills her juicy booty from behind were reeling in my head more than which rate plan who be better for my client I ended the communication for the day. Even 1500 miles away that girl still had a hold on me.

I was hit with a sudden dose of reality and called my main squeeze and arranged a lazy day at my place. I had the intention of laying up, watching movies, eating ice cream maybe getting in my pool but my eyes instantly sent my brain a cease and desist order as soon as she walked in my room. The feelings of reconciliation were gone and I wanted her to leave before she got too comfortable. We exchanged pleasantries, I continued to clean my room and focus on the TV. I have a tendency to push people to their outer limits, the challenge of trying to lure them back in brings all the fun. So I’m rolling my eyes, snapping at any change possible and she’s not reacting. I start talking shit, making trips to the kitchen and not offering her anything, sitting straight up on the edge of bed knowing I’d rather be reclining; all to no avail. So I go for the secret weapon, I take a shower then stand in front the TV and lotion my body. I did that slow roll where you use the thickest product on the market and it takes 50 million years to work it in. So I’m dipping and rolling, I’m stretching and flexing and I see it starting to work. I end with the Pièce de résistance and personally lubricated each on of my breasts focusing on my areola and nipples simply cause I know she likes it. She snapped and I was all giggles. I was going for blood cause she'd really pissed me off and I was feasting like a lion in the jungle.

Of after a great kill a warrior always will have remorse for his wounded, but I wasn’t ready to make up. She jumps out the bed and slams me on it. Do you know my turncoat of pussy decided to start leaking? My gooeyness was running down my leg faster than she could lick it up and I wouldn’t stop. But in a heady combo of aggression and love I didn’t want it to. I now found pleasure in my punishment and was pleased my body responded. The way her touch still sent electrical pluses through my body confirmed to me I still love her and the powerful wet sloppy kiss she was giving my nipples was all I needed to get my mind right and realize this is the women I love.

So, have you ever had moment where you were ready to kill your mate only to be sucked my in by an easy touch?