Heartless Bitch

“Is that for me…Really?” That’s what the cow said.

She was being sarcastic about something.

Four bacon rolls, two cups of tea and a wee flower in a glass, all on a tray. The fucking effort I put into it and to top it off, I'm stood there, stark fucking naked apart from a red ribbon, tied neatly in a bow, around, an impressive, erection.

I like to spice things up now and again, keeps her on her toes.

“Well doll, you know what they say?” She added.

My eyebrows dropped, this cunt was in a funny mood, I could tell, “What?” I said.

The cheeky cow, I couldn’t believe the fucking cheek, the cow said, “It’s the small insignificant things that make a marriage work!”

Hurt, fucking hurt, the ungrateful bitch, Listen I said, “I went out into the garden to pick that fucking flower just for you, you heartless cow.”

“I wasn’t talking about the flower.” Said Mrs

She lost me at that point, I wasn’t in the mood for her daft games, and she can talk in the stupidest riddles sometimes. Besides, the tea was getting cold and my cock was going purple, I tied the bow too tight.

Let that be a lesson, keep the spice alive, keep the marriage alive.

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