Give and Take

He’s giving her that fucking look.

The waitress. She’s pretty in an offbeat way which irritates me all the more. If he wasn’t giving her the look I may have well given her my own look. But I’m here with him and he’s giving HER the look. And it grinds my flesh that the look makes me tingle in that special fucking place when it’s not directed at me.

Of course it’s not directed at you, stupid bitch. You’re not worthy of the look.

Fuck I love the way he orders her to fetch and shows his satisfaction with the results. I’m burning! Searing red hot heat of frustration. I would fetch and heel and roll over in a second. But really I just want to suck his cock. I would do it right here and now and he hasn’t got a clue! He wouldn’t even have to fuck me. I just want to kneel at his feet, take his whole cock in my mouth and look up to see him giving ME that look. Right before his eyes roll back because it’s so fucking good.

What a shameless, depraved, stupid, oversexed, wanton, desperate loser. Besides which you give awful head.

Why can’t I just give it to him straight? Listen, I know this is going to sound a bit mad but I don’t want the chicken stinking tikka. I want your cock. In my mouth. NOW.Yeah right. You? Speak your mind? Register a need and some sort of semblance of spirit behind that placid mask? Heh.

Oh. My. God. Why is it so hot in here? Is he seriously going to keep chatting away? The pub and the girl and the what with who? I have no idea what he’s talking about and now he’s going to ask me an intelligent question and I’m going to fumble through an awkward response and he’s going to know that I’ve been doing nothing but picturing myself giving him head the whole night!Oh ferfucksakes! Shut the fuck up and eat your chicken. Cunt.