OH MY GOD....What the fukk are you doing here? While my body is wanting to finish it, I immediately get up out the bed, and start raising hell! How could this have happened? How long have you been planning this? You know I told you this couldn't happen again. It's over. I'm in love with Lucy, you know that. When I caught you in our bed together with the one person I despise, you knew what the handwriting on the wall was saying to you. Get the fukk off me!
Your ass was caught red-handed, and you think I'm supposed to forgive that? Wanting to fukk the bytch that has an axe to grind with me...you out of your fukkin mind. I asked your ass did you have any skeletons in your closet, because I have been through too much shyt in my life to be looking over my shoulders at some dizzy, still wet behind the ears, three sheets in the wind alcoholic bytch who thinks she can have anyone she wants because she got a nice shape, and a little money that her parents left her. So what if she got money, does she have class, respect for those of us who have to work, and struggle? How the fukk you think I feel, fucking behind her?
She doesn't say anything. Only gets up, and sits on the side of the bed, while I'm up in the middle of the floor, naked, cussing my ass off. I forgot that I'm naked, and I know she just sitting there staring at my tit's bouncing up and down. She used to always tell me, it turned her on when I was mad. I know she watching my hard nipples jiggle. I find my blouse and put it on. 'How in the fuck could you know I was gonna meet you here. This was supposed to be my Baby's Valentine gift. Now you ruined it. OOOhhhhh, I know what you did. You nasty, you know that...you went in my desk, and looked in my planner. You knew the perfume she wears, and you bought it. You planned this, deliberately. That's so wrong. I was easy prey. You were on cloud nine, thinking you were gonna fuck me again..especially after I told you I'd never touch you again. You promised me that it didn't matter that I was a little overweight.
You said you liked big girls. And, I believed you. I went with you to your friends house a few times, until I overheard two of them talking one day. Yeah, bytch--your friends gave you away. They were saying, there she goes again, "thunder thighs, blubber butt, big girl...", and they were laughing hysterically. I read between the lines, you know. I'm not so stupid that I didn't know they were talking about me. Especially since one said, "I don't know. I'd like to hit that from behind. Knock some sparks from it one time..Bam Bam Bam. Especially since she such a good housekeeper." And, I knew then that you were beating around the bush with me, because I was the only one who would clean your apartment, cook for you, wash and press your clothes, and make sure you had money in your pocket.
I understood where you came from, having to take care of your siblings because your father was absent, and your mother was strung out on drugs. I know what it is to scrape for everything you have, and I didn't have a silver spoon in my mouth. I worked for everything I got. I'm a big girl because I eat at odd times, I worked at odd times. I functioned on a few hours of sleep each night, and whenever I could rest, during the day. And, I ate on the run. But I was raised right, and I coulda made your ass a great wife, but nawwww, you always treated me like a distant lover, around your family, and around your friends. Then you had the nerve to beat around the bush about me moving out. Hell, I left. Fuck that. Now where your apartment at, who was really taking care of it?
Now, I'm with Lucy, and your ass wanna come crawling back. I even helped you when you was was down on your luck, making you my personal assistant, giving you a hand, when those trifling bastard of friends distanced themselves from you. Now you all up in my face again. Why? I'm the same big bytch you were so ashamed of, the one you would talk to late at night. Calling me over for sex, and making sure I was gone by morning. What's up...shyt got ragged, huh? And where that skinny bytch at now?
I would advise you..to forget this ever happened. Do not say a word to me. I don't wanna hear it. And, hope Lucy don't find out, or that's your ass! You hear me? That is to be the last taste of this sweet pussy you will ever, I mean, EVER taste. So savor it. I'm so mad at you right now, I could kill you.
I watched, as she picked up her clothes, and walked into the bathroom, tears streaming down her face..... I sat on the bed, fearing Lucy would never believe this shyt.
A knock on the door. It opens. It's Lucy. She has a bouquet of roses in her hands. "Happy Valentines Day, baby." She kisses me.
"You supposed to be in bed, blindfolded, and naked. What's up..... Why is the shower running....."
this was dastardly...
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