This. This is one of those times that I sit and I have nothing to write. I have nothing to write and nothing to say and nothing to feel.
This is one of those times that my girl decides to stop dressing at the point that her bra goes on. So I have this object prancing around chirping away in blue jeans and massive cleavage.
Then it becomes one of those times that this same girl unilaterally feels it would be wise to try on, strut about in and ask my opinion of her collection of high heels. Upon her feet. At the ends of her legs. Resplendent. In that top which can hardly contain all that precious property that I alone own.
So there is the sitting and the not writing and the not saying and the not feeling. Until a title lands itself across the vista of my sex obsessed mind. A title that utilizes the word ‘ugly’ as an adverb. As a means to describe an action.
This. This is one of those times that I desire a win. Perhaps even a Win-Win.
So I follow my half naked girl inside the bedroom without her realizing that I’ve made up my mind. This is one of those times when I’ve accepted that there is something much better to do than just write.
This is when I rape my girlfriend.
Afterwards I will have nothing to say and nothing to feel. But I will have raped my girlfriend. I am winning ‘ugly’. Just like all those other times…
My girl is learning how to lose.
