Perversion is in the Eye of the…
Written by Ken Carman
After he finished she felt dirty. She excused herself and went to the bathroom where she turned on the shower. Yet no amount of hot or cold water could help the way she felt. She used up the whole bar of soap trying to cleanse herself; but failed. Then she dried herself and, when she came back into the bedroom, he was gone.
She considered crawling back into the shower.
“Maybe if I scratch myself until I bleed I’ll feel better?”
But just then her husband walked in the front door. He looked at her with a condescending gaze and asked, “Did Jeff stop by?”
“Did you do it?”
She considered lying to him just to annoy him, though she didn’t want to have to go back to the marriage counselor. Her voice managed to squeak out a meek, “Yes.”
Then his annoyed gaze turned slowly turned into a broad smile.
“I knew you could do it. I was hoping you weren’t a serial monogamist. Wait until I tell the guys you nailed the biggest stud in town!”
He left in a hurry and she knew he wouldn’t be back for a while. He’d be in the kitchen: on the phone, bragging to all his friends just how great a lay she was and that they should come over too. She felt very, very ill: like cancer was eating her heart out slowly.
“Maybe I should get help,” She said to herself. “I mean we all know that monogamy is a sickness: selfish denial of what God gave us. Didn’t Jesus did say we should love one another?”
All the reasons society disapproved of only bedding one person for the rest of your life came flooding in to her head, making her feel guilty for feeling as way she did. Yet, as she had many, many times before; she imagined herself living in a different kind of society where monogamy was the norm. And as sick, and as perverse, as that fantasy was considered… it made her feel more than a little horny.
She went through the door and walked into the kitchen, hoping she might find her husband.
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