Surreal

She slapped me a little harder than playful. I gave a confused stare while thinking in my head; What crime have I committed to warrant a slap. I couldn't think of any. I asked her rather dumbly, What did you do that for?

She replied in a stern, firm yet sexy tone, For standing there like a ghost instead of fucking this pussy

In a split second it dawned on me that I was busy gazing at her female Grace-ness, embodied in a Great work of Art only Nature can mold.

Alas! I am guilty. Guilty of not exercising my Nature given right to fuck that pussy.