FIRST HUBBY
Fat boy had a perverse kink.
He liked to feel blood dripping
on to his balls when he got a BJ.
That meant a punch to my nose.
He would shoot twice as much
and twice as hard and be twice as
happy, afterward. Me? Not so much.
His two inches of dick didn’t satisfy.
He used to beat his granny with a belt.
I didn’t know before the wedding. He
also would make her nose bleed…
read what you want into that one!
I caught him with women, men and
once a chocolate lab. On our first
trip to Virginia, he drove 120 miles
out of the way to visit a glory hole.
The four year marriage produced
3 arrests, 3 restraining orders, 6
hospital stays and 2 children. He
died a few years ago at 500 lbs.
All his boyfriends cried at his funeral…
I giggled!
I sure hope this is fiction! Fat or not, this guy is a sad excuse for a man. I’ve never understood why some men treat their wives so terrible. A mistake I’ve seen in my life is that of assuming the children of a bad person will be bad, too.