Fridays

I hate Friday mornings,
Doing the work my lazy co-workers failed to complete.
I hate the knowledge that I work longer hours,
Simply because I don't smoke.

I hate knowing that the bosses want all this done,
But they're going to leave early.
The bosses don't have to come in tomorrow.
They don't have to spend Saturdays in hell.

I hate Friday afternoons.
Rushing around finishing work that wasn't mine.
Slaving away for bosses who aren't here.
Knowing I'd be fired if I didn't.

I hate the Friday commute home.
All these self-absorbed assholes.
They think it's so important to get
Home ten minutes before I do.

You're standing by the door when I enter.
I slam the door shut and shove you against the wall.
I rip your clothes off your body and slap
Your ass in my frustration.

I take out my dick.
The dick you love so much.
I get it ready for you.
You get ready to take it.

I spank you and spank you.
I spit in your ass and swirl it.
I spit again, wait, and spit once more.
Then I shove my dick in your ass hard.

I didn't tell you it was coming,
I wanted you to be surprised.
I love that yelp you make when your ass
Is fucked without warning.

I slam you hard against the wall as I drill
Deeply into your amazing ass.
I love that ass.
I love that it's mine to destroy.

I hate Friday mornings, I think
As I pound into repeatedly.
They drive me out of control.
"I love Fridays," you say as you cum.