“I can’t live without you. I can’t live with you. Why do you keep doing this to me!” I screamed, and threw a vase at him. It nearly missed his head and crashed against the wall.
“Hey are you crazy? That could have killed me! Let’s calm down ok?” Cautiously he approached me.
This was by far the worst fight we’d ever had. It just seemed like lately we had been fighting about every night. He couldn’t seem to understand that I hated it when he went out. Especially since he was out ‘till all hours of the night, to clubs or bars. He always claimed he was not doing anything except having fun with friends, but how did I know that? Why did he have this need to go out when I was here at home alone, waiting for him to return?
He walked over to me and tried to wrap his arms around me, but I struggled against his touch. “It’s 4:00am in the fucking morning,” I screamed at him.
I was overcome with crying and finally gave up fighting and let him embrace me. I looked into his face which was filled with genuine concern and sorrow. I hated it when things got out of hand like this. He was like a drug I couldn’t give him up even though I knew I should.
He cupped my face in his hands and kissed me gently on the lips. “Babe I’m sorry, I didn’t think you would get so upset.”
I started to pull away. I’ve heard this story before, but he pulled me back to face him.
“Ok, alright. I know I was wrong but I promise to do better. And you also have to promise not to freak out and throw things at me. That could have ended up a lot worse.”
In between words he kissed my face, and lips. I nodded and buried my head in his chest. His aroma was intoxicating. It worked just like a drug and I pressed harder into him.
Taking my lead he pulled my face to his. He kissed me slow at first, then more intensely. I felt his erection grow inside his jeans, pressed against the tight fabric wanting to get out. I placed my hand on it and squeezed it through the fabric. It created a wet spot where the head of his cock was located. I unbuttoned his jeans and…
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