Slapping my husband's lover
Posted Mar 2, 2011 by anonymous | 164 views | 0 comments
I just keep having fantasies of slapping her one good time. I mean, I want to leave a lasting handprint across her lily white jowls. Something she has to explain. Something she has to apply ice to on a regular schedule. Something swollen and tender that she checks in the mirror first thing every morning for a few days. All five of my fingers and hand imprinted across her cheek in a blistering outline of hot, stinging white that turns to a deep, beet red. Where if you look close enough, you can make out the little chain-link love line from my palm. And maybe a string of tiny, round beads of blood brought out along one edge of the outline from broken capillaries because of the sheer force of the impact. A smack so damn hard that it brings instantaneous tears to her eyes and makes them spray off to the side when her head jerks. Makes her pupils dilate uncontrollably as she stumbles backward. Makes her bite into her tongue a little when the contact causes her jaw to quickly snap open and back shut. Makes her bladder dribble down the inside of her leg. Makes her see wildly erratic white spots dancing on the wall for a moment afterward as she wonders if what happened really did just happen. Something that leaves a little bit of nerve damage that makes her face ache every time she tries to smile or open her tainted, filthy mouth. Yeah, that would be nice. Welcome to ME, bitch.
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