Word Limit: 95-99 *or* 295-299
Therapy Journal – July 1 - Evening
OH MY GOD! Fantastic
week. I mean, not the whole week, for sure, I’m sure she’ll mention the fight
we had on Tuesday, but that’s in the past.
OK, not completely, but we had a “long talk” on Wednesday and I made myself
scarce on Thursday (stayed at Frank’s place), then went home early on
Friday! I borrowed Frank’s suit, drove
home and BAM, there she was, naked on the bed, completely surprised, legs open,
mouth closed in shock. We banged one
out. She was sooo wet. I think we are
fine now. (99)
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Therapy Journal – July 2 - Morning
Holy Shit.
What a clusterfuck. Why write it down? Maybe I’ll use it in court, maybe I’ll throw
it at his head.
First, I almost got caught. Why marry a workaholic if I can’t count on
him being at work, where he belongs! It
was close.
But that wasn’t the worst of
it. Monday we got takeout and watched a
movie and pretended to like each other, but, when I woke up he was poking my butt-cheek
with his dick and I told him I wasn’t in the mood so I got annoyed and stormed
out, saw he hadn’t done the dishes (carryout and paper plates? really) AND, his
latest Lego set was open on the kitchen table and I blew up. I shouldn’t have yelled, I should “use my
words”, “count to ten”, “don’t buy a gun.”
On Wednesday I calmed down but we
had to have “long talk” which went nowhere. I set his golf clubs out Thursday morning,
and he took the hint and called his brother Frank, drank too much, and crashed
at Frank’s place.
After Frank’s wife texted that he in
the backyard, she came over to my place.
FUUUUUUUCK, can that woman eat pussy.
Frank’s cool with it but this was girl’s
night. Naked movies turned into “let’s order sushi” then “let’s eat each other’s
sushi” and then we crashed out.
Friday, we laid out naked by the
pool, kissed, then she pulled me inside, pushed me on the bed and sent me to
heaven. I was dripping, her fingers deep
inside, my thighs closed around her head, when I heard the garage open.
She ran out, he walked in, so I “begged”
for it, and boy was I wet.
I think we are fine, for now. (299)
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OK, so that 2nd chapter was 299, but below is a version with 399 because I mis-read the number. Do you like it brief and to the point or do you like the longer version?
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Therapy Journal – July 2 – Morning
Holy Shit.
What a clusterfuck. Why write it down? Maybe I’ll use it in court, maybe I’ll burn it, maybe I’ll throw it at his head.
First, I almost got caught. Damn him for coming home early! Why marry a workaholic if I can’t count on him being at work, where he belongs! It was close.
But that wasn’t the worst of it. Monday was fine. We got takeout and watched a movie and pretended to like each other for a while, but, when I woke up on Tuesday he was poking my butt-cheek with his dick and I told him I wasn’t in the mood but he insisted, so I got annoyed and stormed out, saw that he hadn’t done the dishes (even with carryout and paper plates he never helps) and, AND, his latest Lego set (which we can’t afford) was open on the kitchen table and I blew up from there. I know, I shouldn’t have yelled, I should “use my words”, “count to ten”, “don’t buy a gun”, blah, blah, blah.
On Wednesday I had calmed down but we had to have another “long talk” which went nowhere but bought us time to think. I set his golf clubs out Thursday morning, and he took the hint and called his brother Frank, drank too much on the back 9, and crashed at Frank’s place.
After Frank’s wife texted that he was safely ensconced in the backyard, she made her excuses and made it over to my place. FUUUUUUUCK, can that woman eat pussy?
Frank’s cool with it and hinted at watching
us, but for now, it was girl’s night. Naked movie night turned into “let’s
order sushi” which led to “let’s eat each other’s sushi” and after a few a
while we just crashed out.
Friday, we laid out by the pool, got rid of our tan lines, and after a light lunch she pulled me inside, cranked up the A/C, pushed me on the bed and sent me to heaven on her wonderful tongue and fingers. I was dripping, edging ever closer, her fingers deep inside, my thighs closed around her head, when I heard the garage open.
She slipped into the office then out,
giggling.
He walked in, so I opened up, “begged” for it, and boy was I wet.
I think we are fine, for now. (299)
!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Totally egotistical to ask you to read two versions, but I'm always curious.
While "Brevity is the soul of wit", a few extra words can also help.
Now, go see who else played along
