Verbal_X
11-05-2003, 06:33 AM
Speeding briskly from the theater, craig rounded the capacitated parking lot, hugging curbs with each turn. His girlfriend, Felicia, shouted for the eager man to slow down as she buckled her seatbelt.
"Damn, Craig! the place ain't gonna close 'til 2. It's the weekend!"
Weeks prior, the young couple was certain their sex life had reached a grinding halt. Felicia's oral sex skills began to succumb to that of a timid minor and Craig only desired one position. After a fortnight of cold, apathetic intercourse, Craig left his weeping partner beneath their Pokemon' sheets and stormed into the kitchen. He prepared a plate of ore ida steak fries, swimming in old bay seasoning and salt. Arriving back in the bedroom, he shot Felicia a angst-filled glance only to have the look returned instantly.
"fuck you *too*, muthafucka!", she said.
Craig chuckled at her remark and began walking closer to the foot of the bed to watch the late local news highlights. seeking solace (but failing miserably)...Felicia sucked her teeth with great force, snatched back the soiled sheets, and hopped up from the bed. Simultaneously, Craig tripped over a stationary Adidas samba shoe, tossing his post-coital meal into the air. The golden brown goodness began striking the frustrated felicia in her face and shoulders. She tried desperately to shield her body, but was pounded by thuds of hot grease.
"Shit, Craig!", Felicia exclaimed as her boyfriend stood motionless holding an empty plate. Raising her eyes to meet his aghast expression, she uttered, "...do it again."
"Damn, Craig! the place ain't gonna close 'til 2. It's the weekend!"
Weeks prior, the young couple was certain their sex life had reached a grinding halt. Felicia's oral sex skills began to succumb to that of a timid minor and Craig only desired one position. After a fortnight of cold, apathetic intercourse, Craig left his weeping partner beneath their Pokemon' sheets and stormed into the kitchen. He prepared a plate of ore ida steak fries, swimming in old bay seasoning and salt. Arriving back in the bedroom, he shot Felicia a angst-filled glance only to have the look returned instantly.
"fuck you *too*, muthafucka!", she said.
Craig chuckled at her remark and began walking closer to the foot of the bed to watch the late local news highlights. seeking solace (but failing miserably)...Felicia sucked her teeth with great force, snatched back the soiled sheets, and hopped up from the bed. Simultaneously, Craig tripped over a stationary Adidas samba shoe, tossing his post-coital meal into the air. The golden brown goodness began striking the frustrated felicia in her face and shoulders. She tried desperately to shield her body, but was pounded by thuds of hot grease.
"Shit, Craig!", Felicia exclaimed as her boyfriend stood motionless holding an empty plate. Raising her eyes to meet his aghast expression, she uttered, "...do it again."