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Blue Roses Tattoo

by habu

She sat up on the side of the bed, turned on the lamp on her nightstand, and lit up a Marlboro. She had to take two big puffs and let it all out in a drawn-out, calming stream of smoke before she could even bear to turn and look at him. Sam was lying there beside Laurie, snoring, spent, and with that big sloppy grin on his face he always had in repose after a fucking.

The last thing he’d mumbled to her before he’d turned over and dozed right off was, “Done ya good again, didn’t I, girl? Biggest dick ya ever had, right?”

“Yeah, right,” she’d answered back through clenched teeth. But he was already too far gone to catch the sarcasm in her voice—and it would have been lost on him anyway.

The problem was that Sam’s dick was the biggest one she’d had in her—in fact, he had been her only lover for some time; she hadn’t had another man inside her longer than she could remember. It’s just that it didn’t stay big long enough or do enough while it was in there. Big obviously wasn’t enough just because it was big.

Or was it just her? Did she expect too much? Was this perhaps as good as it got in this nowhere town in this Podunk state? God knows she wasn’t a fashion model nor was she raised with a silver spoon in her twat. Why, then, did she always look for more?

She couldn’t blame it on the Sams of the world, could she? At least all of it. This Sam wasn’t a bad sort. He was on the road in that semitruck of his four days a week. He deserved something from life too, didn’t he? ’Course he got his rocks off. No problem with him getting satisfaction.

Laurie turned and took another good look at Sam. Lying with his back to her like this, he didn’t look so bad. He could use more hair on his head, but he had a nice big, firm butt—and from this angle his slight beer belly didn’t show all that much. And then there was that nice big dick. That had shown a lot of promise. Once upon a time.

She was probably lucky he came home to her. Not much chance of her finding anything better down at the diner where she waitressed. And he helped with the bills without complaint—and only whined a bit about what she fed him, mostly out of habit, since he ate up fast enough. And he didn’t beat her. All of that was a lot more than she could say about some of her girlfriends. And another thing, talking about her girlfriends. Most of them were married to their deadbeats. This one was just a casual who had turned into a usual.

She could always give him the boot. Which she intended to do tomorrow—because he just . . . didn’t . . . scratch that itch. No matter how much she tried to force it, he came before she did—always—and just didn’t give her satisfaction. And it wasn’t really that she expected the world—she just wanted to have enough. And she wasn’t all that demanding, god damn it. Just a little excitement now and then. Just an orgasm or two—for herself. One brought on by someone else other than herself. Was that too much to ask for? What was life worth without a good orgasm now and again.

Yes, she’d give him the boot tomorrow. He’d survive. He’d just drifted into her life; she knew he’d just as easily drift out of her life. And he’d quickly find another woman to poke. Just seeing the big dick of his would get him in the door. It had worked a charm on her. It was only later, several rolls in the sack later, that she’d discover that it was all about pleasing him; that it would never get as far as satisfying her as well. She suspected that Sam only kept coming back here anyway because she had an off-road graveled spot to park his semi. Not every girl could give him that.

Laurie took another puff on the Marlboro and then clicked the lamp off and laid back down, stretching herself behind her man.