Asking and Receiving

Tired
exhausted from work
and life
and did I say tired,
she hit the door
with hardly enough
energy to fall to the floor.

She shed the first layer
on the way down the hall,
the second layer, shoes and all
were strewn near the bed
where she fell to her face
lying on her belly and yelling
into a pillow.

"It's been a helluva day, really,
and I can't take any more
and it's all I can do
to just lie here, really!"

She looked at me
as hungry as late breakfast
and pointed the fatal direction.

"Please, you know
what I want,
what I need."

I pointed myself,
into the closet,
and started to undress
and redress
and exited
into the bedroom space
with only my dress shirt,
a tie,
and a hat on.

"Is it time?"
I asked her.

"Your better fucking bet it's time,"
she yelled loudly.

And then she screamed
into her pillow.

I yanked her legs back
to the edge
of the bed
and pulled myself up
and into her
by grabbing full reins
on her hair
and then grabbed her throat
with my left hand.

She began to pass out
as she gagged
and sputtered,
breathlessly asking
almost inaudibly,
"Harder, goddamn it!"

I pounded
into her
and as fiercely as I could
thrust into her cunt;
I broke
into a gallop
and trashed the entire
bedding formation,
the sheets the floor
and the pillows gone
to the floor.

She was wasted
and limp
and gone to the wolves,
and just as I collapsed
on top of her,
she muttered
a guttural demand
saying,
"Do me again
and this time
like you mean it."

I love days like this.

runningturtle87