a little game

I kissed her harder and tweaked her nipples. She squirmed and moaned.

"We're going to play a game. If you win, you get an hour of nothing. If you lose, I get more fun with you."

I went and grabbed a clothing marker. It was a marker for writing names on kids gym clothes or the labels of their jackets so they wouldn't get them mixed up at school, and the ink was even more indellible than permanent marker as it was made to survive washing machines.

"I'm going to write things on you, and you have to tell me what I'm writing. If you can, you win, if you can't, I win."

I walked over to her and straddled her. I wrote "Slut!" across her forehead.

"Well, what did i write?"

"Slut?" she asked.

"Correct, lucky guess I bet," I said.

I then wrote "lesbo" on her right cheek.

"Well?" I asked.

"Um, 'fuck'?" she asked.

"Wrong!" I sang. "Another chance."

I wrote "cunt" on her other cheek.

"Well?"

"Cock?"

"Wrong! One more chance."

I write "whore" across her chin.