I Hate You, Baby

"I'm not in the mood"
You'd say.
"She means nothing"
You'd say.
"I've only fucked her
a few times"
You'd say.
"I'm not bored"
Silly me.
I believed you. But you're just a
typical, deceiving, manipulating
bastard.

No, I don't care that you were
fucking her. No, I don't care that
you thought she was good. What
bothers me? All those times I
suggested something naughty, but
you always said "No, I'm happy with
this". I was bored, damn it! But then
you have the nerve to call me boring.
And fuck her all the ways I wanted to
be fucked. You dropped me like a hot
potato when that filthy, slimey disgusting
thing came along.

You got us mixed up and used the
paddle on her instead of me. I was
the naughty one, damn it! Treat me
with disrespect. Hell, I was the only
one who could deep-throat your entire
length without gagging, and you're
huge! I asked around, sweet thing,
and that's how I knew it was the truth
when you told me. I could feel you
moaning and writhing when you
hit the back of my throat. Pushing for
more. Wanting more. There's one
time when you didn't lie and that
was when you were using my tits
as chew toys and I was sitting
on your cock like a rabid slut. Your
fingernails digging into my creamy
flesh. Slapping my ass, turning white
to purple. I'll miss that.

I guess your mama never taught you to
respect your lovers's wishes. Yeah whatever,
I let you cuddle with me afterwards, but
the only reason I stayed was so I could
have a few more rounds on your fat
cock and do what I do best; absorb the
pain and pump out the pleasure. And of
course, come on yourlength. That's the only
thing I'll miss about you when you're 6
feet under, babes. Especially when my
husband finds out you hurt his love.