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the sexual escapades of the sick grisely bear III
By knifeboy at 2008-11-23 | Ridiculous!, Comedy, Horror, Romance | Printable version
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so after I laughed at the joke she had laid out in front of me, I asked her what we were eatin g for dinner. she mumbled some shit about pasta, and it realy did'nt convince me, because I was STARVING, after a day of landscaping in the sun. I noticed there were no plates set, no pot of boiling water on the stove, and just as I went to say something, she had thrown herself on to my lap and pushed my face in to her breast. man! of al the shitty things a married woman can do to a guy, this was up there on the list! so I tried as hard as I could to push her away (no, realy, I did try). she would'nt let me go worth a damn. she called her husband, and put me on the phone with him. I told him what she was doing (not in too much detail, his kids were'nt far away), and he told me to go for it. that's all I needed to hear. after I hung up the phone I proceeded to toss her around for a little while until we both had our fill. it was pretty much the best sex I'd ever had, mixed with the fact I had'nt been laid in about 9 months, mixed with the fact I just got home from iraq, mixed with the fact I'm the sick grisely bear and I'm full of testosterone. so things between me and her husband were a little awkward, especially on my end, but he assured me there was nothing to worry about, and everything was cool. awesome, sounds like a deal to me. so me and pita would meet up a few more times for some awesome sex, and then we even made a VIDEO (by demand of her husband), and things were great on my end. I got to do all the humping I could, and did'nt have to put up with the complexities of a relationship. what more could a guy ask for? then the harassment started. she got a shot of vitamin M, and one's never enough. texts can be a wonderful thing, but when you've got nothing better to do that sit home and be miserable all day, thet can be a curse just as well."when can you come see me again" and "how come you never pay attention to me" and "do you think you can just fuck me when you want?" (yes I do), and "I love to be your hot little slag" (she's from the islands so she speeks with british slang). these and more can realy get annoying. then the bomb dropped. I went out with an old girlfriend of mine, and told her that's why I was'nt coming over that night. wow did the shit hit the fan. now it's to the point that I don't even feel like writing about all the wonderfully graphic texts I would get, wrapped in huge blankets of jealousy, and then resent, and then wanting, and all covered in insecurity and emotional unstability. fuck that noise. sending me texts about how she misses my sweet nectar and how I'll never be happy with another woman and how I'm a bad person for not paying attention to her and how I could spit on her in the supermarket if I wanted, and how she gets so wet when she sees me that she's got to wear a maxi pad and how I don't know how to treat a woman and how she's sorry for saying bad things to me and how her husband knows all the things she writes me and how I'm acting like a child. if anyone reading this knows some other good ones, please feel free to comment on this writing, I've got to go carve a turkey and Im probably gonna carve my wrist at the amount of harassment I've exumed.