You Really Fucked Up

What the HELL is your problem? You didn’t think I would find out? Oh shut up, you dumb cunt!  I don’t want to hear you try to feed me another word of bullshit, you understand?

Stand up. I said, STAND UP!  You don’t get to sit on my furniture, not any more.  You think I’m kidding? Don’t you fucking dare try to come over here and touch me, you small dick wonder you.  Oh, what? Did that hurt you? You getting pissed now?

I honestly don’t give a crap about how you feel.  YOU and YOU alone fucked up.  Get on your knees. That’s right, you heard me correctly, you get on those knees of yours and come over here in front of me.

You are so lucky I just don’t haul off and punch you in that smug face of yours.  Seriously. Who the fuck do you think you are? You are nothing but a low life, money grubbing, douche.  Now let’s get back to this thing between your legs. Oh sorry, did that hurt when I pushed the toe of my high heel into your nut sack? Okay, I’m not sorry at all.  You really think all those times I laid under you so you could try to please me with that novocaine cock of yours that I enjoyed it? What’s a novocaine cock? That’s my pet name for you.  Uh huh, been using it for a long time around my friends. It means that when you fuck me I don’t feel a thing.  I only allowed you to because we were in a relationship, but I guess I was the only one who thought that.

You have no job, no money, no place to go, no car, and now what? You fucked it up my friend, royally.  What’s this? Begging? Are you begging me to let you stay? Oh this is fabulous.  Go on, more, more, come on do it like you mean it.

I’ll tell you what, since I bought all your clothes I want them back.  I want every stitch of clothing taken outside to the curb in a trash bag, NOW! I don’t care if you are naked, not my problem, it’s yours, and I don’t care about your problems anymore.  And after you do that, you can take your sorry ass out back.  You want me to allow you to stay, I will, but on my conditions.  You can stay in the dog house in the back yard.  I’ll even get your own special dog bowl with your name on it.  You can have what ever scraps are left over after I eat.

Don’t look at me that way, you are free to leave, you can go, but since you came into my house with nothing, you leave with nothing.  I think you ditched those clothes you had after I started making the mistake of buying you new ones. But if you are to stay, then you stay on my terms.  And since you acted like a dog, you get to be one.

Oh, wait, on second thought.  Leave the clothes.  I think I will give them as gifts to the men I bring in here from now on, who I will fuck night after night, and you can lay out in your palatial mutt shack and listen in.

Now GO!

(P.S.  Can you all tell I have a roaring case of PMS? lol GRRRRR!)

The One and Only,

~M.M.~