Kiss Him

You stradle Bob, putting your knees on either side of his as you climb onto the couch.

"Bob," you grab his face in your hands, "I love you." Slowly you close your eyes and lean in for a kiss.

But Bob pushes you off, sending you sprawling onto the floor. "Don't kiss me with that slutty ass mouth! I don't even know how much dick has been in there!"

"But Bob - I love you!"

"I don't! Now get down on your knees like a good little bitch and apologize!"

You feel tears well up in your eyes at his rejection. You really were sorry, couldn't he see? It's not your fault you blew Jack - you were drunk!

Part of you wants to just run out of there and never see him again, but then you look at his dick. Can I really live without it?