Bliss
Paul Kavanagh

     

What are you pulling your face at?

They're lacking.

What say you?

They're lacking.

Come again.

I've never heard you say that before.

You wouldn't with that small penis.

What are your pulling your face at.

It smells like a bucket.

A bucket?

The hole between your legs.

If your thingie melted upon me tongue like this I would do all that you commanded.

If your juices were hot and sweet like this I would do all that you desire.

Give me some of that will you.

Fuck off.

Who are you telling to fuck off.

You.

You best not be telling me to fuck off.

Here.

You greedy bastard.

Who are you calling a bastard?

I can't sleep.

I can.

Talk to me.

Leave me alone.

Do you want me to leave you alone?

Yes yes like that what are you doing?

You told me to leave you alone!

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