Lorna Russel

"Tell me, what do you mean by 'I didn't look at the time'?"

My tone was annoyed and accusatory as I looked seriously at my boyfriend who had just come into my apartment.

I wore a pair of my usual jeggings, some comfy slippers, and one of his oversized band t-shirts that he loved so much and whose music I thought was so terrible, God, didn't eighteen-year-olds like him or young people in general understand how shitty this 'drum and bass' genre they loved so much sounded? The shit was just bass, nothing else.

Well, but I don't just want to shit on his taste in general, at least the t-shirts he wore were made of good material, cotton was always noble, and because his t-shirts were all oversized, they didn't squeeze my massive breasts like the tops I usually wore, in my apartment I made an exception and from time to time i wore his tops, also because I knew that he liked it when he saw me in them.

I liked this eighteen year old idiot, okay, mainly his relentless stamina im bed, for his age he was like, really, really adamant about sex, of course he was damn young to be my boyfriend, and yes he was really unreliable, but why can't a girl treat herself to something?

Angry that he hadn't managed to give an answer yet, even though I was thinking for a moment, I rolled my eyes in annoyance and didn't let him get a word in edgewise, I continued speaking in a stern and annoyed tone, my voice became louder and louder the longer I spoke.

"You know, it's all well and good that you have such endurance in bed, but you should let your brain do the thinking sometimes. I've been up since five in the morning today, got the kids ready for school, made them breakfast, drove them to school and then stressed myself out for work because I was late. And I've been at home for an hour now, making food for the kids so that they have something in their stomachs when they're done with their classes and when I asked you via text, this tiny, simple request that you please take me some celery from the supermarket, you firstly forgot about it and secondly you were way too late!!! I'm almost done cooking!"

"Ungh, you know what Matthew? Fuck you! You're just as little of a man as you were when I was married to you!!! You can't even agree to the smallest request when it comes to my children, who by the way are also YOURS!!!! Go to hell you stupid fucking ASSHOLE!!!"

Shouting at the top of my lungs, I ended the phone call with my ex-husband, foaming with anger, and after I hung up, I was completely pissed off and threw my cell phone against the couch cushions with all my might.

"What are you looking so stupid for? What's wrong?!"

I snapped at my boyfriend, who was staring at me with big, surprised puppy eyes while sitting on the couch in my apartment. I snorted briefly and rolled my eyes in annoyance; his big, googly eyes were getting on my nerves. How can you still look SO naive and dumb at jis age? I wanted SO badly to take all my anger out on him, but I knew he was so mentally fragile and pathetic that he would start crying again like the last time I was angry. How can a boy with such stamina be such a wimp? Sometimes I really wonder if the only really attractive thing I found about him was his lechery that constantly makes me climax was really the only reason I'm still with him. Ugh, men are all the same, a catastrophe.

"Don't look at me like that! Matthew, the stupid bitch didn't agree to watch my kids this weekend, so our weekend plans are falling apart!! The whole spa and relaxation shit is off! SHIT!!!"

I absently adjusted my blouse, shit, my breasts were so huge, they kept letting the material slip all over the place.

Breathing in the pleasantly air-conditioned air of the supermarket on this hot summer day, with one of my hands on my hips, I looked at the selection of wines in a long row in front of me.

I wore my typical jeggings with fashionable sneakers, and I chose a loose shirt as a top because of the heat. I had pushed my large, outrageously expensive designer sunglasses high on my forehead.

"Hmm... would I rather have a Sauvignon Blanc today or a Pinot Grigio for dinner... tell me, sweetie..."

I turned to my boyfriend who was standing behind me and staring at the opposite shelf with the chips. Rolling my eyes wide, I just mumbled in annoyance,

"Oh forget it, I don't need to ask you anyway..."

I stared back at the wine rack a little angry, shit, why did my boyfriend have to be so stupid. Not only did he rarely drink wine, he also didn't remember which types I liked to drink.

With a sly grin I had to remember why I was with him while I briefly stroked my navel with my finger. Just before we drove to the supermarket he had fucked my fucking soul out of me, I can still feel his huge load of cum sloshing around in my womb. His unyielding persistence in bed left met me weak in the knees the longer I thought about it.

To distract myself again, I cleared my throat and said a little louder so that my boyfriend could hear it behind me.

"Sweetheart, what do you think, I really want a wine with dinner this evening. Which one should I take? Somehow it's a pleasant feeling for me that my children are with your parents. I somehow have room to breathe. Tell me, are you listening to me?"