pubis

he emerged from the bathroom, whimpering, saying that he cut his dick while trimming his pubis. i remarked that he should maybe soak it in something, like cayene pepper juice or lemon liquid. the scowl on his face was not grimmaced enough, so i mentioned sticking something in his dickhole, but not the cotton swabbed q-tip like the at the doctor's office (this produced the scowl i was reaching for) 'maybe a jagged twig, with dirt on it' 'ok thats enough, jesus mary' he said. he was sitting at the dining room table now. i wonder if he knew why i was so mean sometimes. i just hate to hear him whining. hes already so feminine that when he goes down on me i feel like im finally having a lesbian experience and then he looks up at me, well, hes constantly looking up at me, making me uncomfortable, making me feel a little guilty for lettng him cunnaling me only because hes so good at it. i dont want to be with him. im completely unattracted to him. and he knows it. im sitting on the couch, wasting time. we have plans of which hes been trying to move into action for about 2 hours now. i slowly lift my dress about an inch up my thigh and the look in his eye becomes that of a small boy, he first time he sees a womans breast. he always looks at me or my vagina this way. his eyes light up, his mouth warps into the strangest childlike grin, and it repulses me. i yell at him 'stop making that face' as i yank my dress back down. he asks me what he should do. i say nothing. 'dont make any face. just stop.' so he covers his mouth and narrows his brow and i begin again, lifting my dress to reveal myself. im not wearing panties. im never really wearing panties. unless im on my period because i hate tampons. i continue rising the dress until im completely exposed, sitting 15 fet away from, touching myself. stopping everytime his eyes grow a little. when they begin to water i throw my dress down, yell at him, and tell him to go away, dont talk to me for 20 minutes. 'i really want to write this down,' i say.