Just Cock

You said one too many things to me tonight. There I was sitting on the couch trying to watch Sanford and Son and you wouldn’t stop belittling me. The final straw was calling me a "psychotic cocksucker." After that I couldn’t control myself. I threw your frail little body into the wall and your fragile 98 pounds bounced off that and onto the floor. I instantly got on top off you and unzipped my pants and pulled my limp cock out and smeared it on your face at first, but then I started smacking you with it. I must have done it one time too many because before I knew what happened you bit into it like a rabid dog. I yelled “Fuck” as loud as I could and balled up my fist and punched you in the eye. We now sit at the table staring at each other, but saying nothing. You have an old frozen T-bone steak on your face and I have a gauze pad on my dick.

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