I burned dinner tonight and my man lost it. He was already mad that we had to spend the money I made prostituting on bills, and he couldn’t buy any drugs. When I ruined dinner it sent him over the edge. He dragged me by hair towards the bedroom. “You stupid bitch!”, he screamed. “I’m going to beat your ass, bitch!”, he yelled. He asked me why was I always pushing him to beat me, like I wanted this. He made me take off all of my clothes, he didn’t want anything between my skin and the leather belt. “Spread you legs, bitch!”, he demanded. “Please don’t do this,baby, I’m sorry!”, I pleaded. “Spread you legs, bitch.”,he said coldly. I knew when he took the bass out of his voice he met business. I spread my legs, exposing my fat, bald pussy. Tears were falling from my eyes before the first swing of the belt. He reared the belt back and sent it flying back towards my delicate flesh. I screamed, the pain was unbearable. I closed my legs instinctively, my brain trying to protect me. “Open your legs, bitch!” he yelled. I opened my legs and again he hit me with the thick leather belt. He hit me over and over until blood splashed across his face. I crawled to the other side our king size bed. I wanted to curl up into a ball, but I couldn’t close my legs. “Baby, I’m sorry”, he said. Now it was time for the regret. He was always sorry. This cycle of abuse never ended. “Baby forgive me”, he said as he put his face between my thighs and softly licked welted flesh.
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