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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