The Writer's Notebook

Poetic Aside

Mar 28

Charles Bivona420 Ramblings 5 America Lane, fiction No Comments

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He was awake in his bed, crying. His first wife, Sylvia, was sleeping beside him. He didn’t love her. She asked him repeatedly for a sexless marriage. When Sammy refused, she suggested scheduling. Maybe we could do it during commercials. When he exploded in anger, she got frustrated.

So sex was left up to him. She would give Sammy her vagina whenever he needed it. He just had to ask. He just had to come to her, like a good dog, and beg to be pleasured.

Sammy stopped getting horny.

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