What the fuck is going on here, she screamed. You have no idea how hard I have tried to pull things together, make myself be presentable again and now this. You have taken everything away. How dare you, how dare you touch my precious parcel and shove it up your asshole like a lolly that I will never ever lick again.

He had found her in a dark alley. 

“Come.  Give me a kiss."

You are out of your mind you asshole. You promised to give me this and that and that and now you disappear.

She was obviously drunk and confused but kind of sexy. He felt his pants sticking to his crotch, his big and tender crotch which took the shape of a landscape with hills and landforms, every time he bent down.

“I want you."

She lay, the curve of her bottom off the floor, her knees together. She muttered something about her bullies, her something, her other.

Your name is not Tim, you fucker, your name is Nic, you asshole, hear me, Nic! And you never stop, you just whimper from time to time, but you never stop. You never ever silence. Only when you type; only then you pause momentarily, but you never silence ,you asshole.

Silence. 

Her neck  shivered.  Her flesh.  Warm hands and fingernails.  An overload that made her more distant.

"I want you,”

Julie rose like a cobra from the dert.  (dirt)  

What the hell are you talking about? You think I am a cobra? A fucking snake? YOu are a snake and your tiny penis, you asshole.

“Fuck slut!”

She pulled him closer.   

A smile.  Her lips  began to move.  Her hand lower, towards his things. Oh I love your things you asshole, I just love your things, don't you know it?

Irrepressibly, he burned.
 And I say, oh yes baby, yes, that's it, just fuck me, just go like this, yes, quickly and slower. And you like that asshole you just love that. 

He waited.

Oh yes I am waiting for you.  I love waiting for you to finish work and come and fuck me, you son of a bitch, you mother fucker, you just come from work and fuck me and fall asleep pretending that you care, pretending you have never beeb as unhappy as this, just fuck me you asshole with your big lollipop that pops and parades inside your asshole. How old are you, asshole? How many times have you done this before?

She felt tender throbbing arrive finally,  as  contractions of blood, and muscle.

Love was bullshit?

That's it boy ,that's it, you go to sleep now, yes.

She reversed, and thrust herself down and onto him. 

Wet..

Sweaty.

"I love you, asshole" she said.

"I love you,”

How glorious to come, sometimes.