Here we go again. Mark closed his eyes to give Marge a good morning kiss. As he did so, he thought of something else. He hoped to make it quick.
What would have been a quick peck on the lips evolved into a deep kiss of fencing tongues, and saliva coating unwashed morning breath. Yet, the moment did not end there, for it was only a prelude of a survey of Madge’s entire landscape. She gently, yet insistently guided Mark’s head with both her hands, down the valley of her torso, and yet lower still.
Mark smelled himself there, before he reached the dense forest of her enclave. Her musky odor seemed fermented due mostly to last night's humid heat.
The coagulated sperm from last night’s deposit entangled in the thicket, adored the dark entrance of her slit, as an airport runway's white lines guide airplanes to the landing strip. Yet, these white strips were sporadically positioned and clung as low as her hairy ass cheeks.
Like a bull that drops its head down before charging, Mark let his nose open the folds of the sticky as molasses and redolent fruit, blatantly tantalizing him and engulfing him whole. The pressure of twin thighs gripping his head in a vice, cut the circulation, and air supply it seemed, for Mark felt beginning to feel ill.
Feeling violated and used, and utterly disgusted with the living arrangement overall; something rebelled in him. Mark summoned enough force to brake free from the stranglehold. -“Enough!”- He said, as he ran to wash his face.
-“Are you OK Hun? What happened there?” asked Marge with a stupefied look on her face.
Mark took a long look at her face, the running mascara deployed under the folds of the bags under her eyes. Did she not have consideration to wash before requesting more head? It was like the day she was supposed to have finished her menstruation, except for a few lingering drops which made it taste like raw, bloodied liver.
This is what’s wrong with the world Mark thought. Simple lack of consideration like signaling when changing lanes. Saying “Bless You” to complete strangers whenever they sneezed. Keeping the mouth closed while chewing to avoid projecting food particles everywhere. As well as using a knife to gather the rice, instead of the thumb.
I’m losing it, Mark thought. -"I can’t stay here one more day." He said so and left. Not before enduring a tirade from Madge on how ungrateful, and what a complete loser he is.
Mark needed to start all over the latter chapter of his life.
He had a second chance to do so, and nothing was holding him back. He would go back home to Montana for a while -- home where he belonged.
To be continued….
Open link: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6s4xQ6dqdhQ
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