Valentina Point of View
“Will you stop fondling me? I hate it when you touch me.” I chided prying Pig’s paws away from me but this animal is made not to listen human commands.
He wrapped his arms around me from behind and nuzzled his face into my hair. Kissing me hair, he gathered it to the other side of shoulder and started tasting my neck.
It has been years that I felt so good and I felt so good because I was in his arms. But does he deserve touching me?
No. Not at least before I teach him a valuable lesson.
With that determination, I elbowed him in his guts and showed the kitchen knife to him in warning. My son is waiting for his evening fruits but the father is rather interested in making a salad with me.
“Why would you do that? I’m just loving you.” The big faced pig pouted that almost caused me to puke.
How can a naturally handsome man look so nauseating with a simple puff of his mouth?
Eww!