Angry Masturbation

this is a kind of fantasy based on reality and universal dynamics: one skirmish in the eternal war between two who wanted to be one.

We had been arguing all evening.

It was the kind of fight that plays out like VA game of poker -- I'll see your wearing that ugly shirt and raise you your being rude to my mother, and so on way past any coherent context. Two people who have way too much feeling and far too much ammunition.

"I do love you but you're far too much of an asshole" she gritted. I held my tongue but not for long. She was wearing an ankle length black skirt and a kind of tight peasant blouse, and the madder she got, the hotter she looked. My little head suggested that sex would be an excellent next move, why my big head was still thinking up clever insults.

"It wasn't me who kept talking during the whole movie" I shot back. I hate people who blabber in movies, and think they should be taken out and flogged (and not in a good way.)

"I couldn't understand what FUCK was going on," she fumed "Why can't you find a film with an actual Plot?"

"In order to follow the story one needs to close ones  pie hole and open her beady little eyes." 

"Ah go fuck yourself -- which is the only action that you are getting this evening." I noticed that her nipples were pointing up nicely (love those sheer blouses) and her angry breathing was beginning to approach the panting stage.

We slammed our way into the car and started for home. I noticed the she was absently rubbing her thighs together.

"I call that bold talk from a one-eyed fat man," I sneered, quoting from 'True Grit,' another film that she despised.. I was so winning the argument and Cock-blocking myself with my own forked tongue.

"Ah, hell with you, " she yelled furiously. She fixes me the evil eye and yanked up her long skirt to her waist with a violent gesture. Woops! No panties! Woman wins that round by a knockout!

They say it's hard to hold two trains of thought at the car time. I'm here to tell you that it is DAMN hard to stay mad and at the same time stare lustfully at a beautiful lightly haired pussy....plus steer a motor vehicle.

She glowered at me and began slapping her vulva with her right hand. "What are you --" I said stupidly.

"I'm having sex, " she smirked. "With the one I love best!" She made the upside down V-sign with her left hand fingers, spreading her wet labia and opening wide for her naughty right hand digits to commence some serious clit diddling.

Me, I did my part by not running off the road. I had to listen to several minutes of squishy jilling noises and exaggerated sighs and moans.

As we neared our street , I heard the classic cry "I'm coming!" 

"That makes one of us," I muttered under my breath.

Into driveway, out of the car, into the house. She straightened her clothing, then, in one last twist of knife, mined a fake curtsy and simpered "Thank you for a lovely evening," and minced up the stairs.

I thought but didn't say "You're welcome and find something large and stick it up your ass". In retrospect I would have lost THAT round too, as we sometimes enjoyed doing that very thing..

Oh well, if you're gonna fight the Eternal Fight, it just as well might be with the one you love -- the verbal barbs are more to the point. And I did love that masturbating bitch, from her smart mouth to her little pointy feet.

Catch ya later, a.