We kiss goodbye outside the station. I turn to ask him if he wants to fuck me. He looks puzzled; you're not even out of sight.

I shrug. "I'm a slut." It will prove enough of an explanation through the day.

You come home in the evening. Maybe you can taste cum on my lips. Maybe you know what I am. In any case, your fist fucks me harder than ever. Vengefully?

My body used up, we cuddle. My lips now taste of cunt. I prefer it.

"I'm sorry", I say. "I can't help it."

"It's ok. I love you."