i put my hand in my husband’s and told him everything but.

we contorted in positions disgusting if you knew, on the bed i have used your bed for my yolk on another’s face. and we kissed on the couch where you and i do the thing “snuggling.” he would not kiss me at first because well it’s not right but finally he did melted and deserving it wasn’t in the least the best but it was like acquiring a trophy i never wanted but was lucky to have anyway.

i had to piss, but he cornered me, shot me up against the wall, pushed his fat cock into me and whispered into my ear, one hand pressed on my breast, the other against the striped wallpaper.

once he pushed me i was a first-grader and he was in the fifth grade and he pushed me on the grass, and there were ugly stains on my knees and i wanted to cry, and and and my tears were hot and embarrassed for crying because i was 24 and not 6, and i told teacher and you know, teachers they just admonish but never punish the way you want them to punish.