Chatty Cath-olic


She’s A Chatty Cathy and he can’t achieve an erection. She is uncomfortable, her nervous laugh is telling. He asks her to stop talking. He’s a Narcissist. Actually, I came to that conclusion over nibs and old fashions. She stands by her man. He likes his women. He likes me. I’m so not his type but he just needs his dick in a warm hole. His wife of 13 yrs or 8 in the Catholic Rite. A cross over the bed. I can’t masterbate. Damn cross.

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Published by: her mourning coffee

Walking a fine line between genius and insanity. My words are raw, sometimes visceral, and vulgar.  I write to settle my thoughts.  I have triggers that extract emotional immaturity, deep- rooted fears, anger, insecurity, vulnerability, yet I heal with every stroke of the pen.  I might be that monster.  I sometimes scare myself.  Please keep this in mind as you read.  I do not wish to provoke you, though stories need to be told. *not all posts are in real time

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