Sharkface

Jacob was a philanderer. He was a skunk, a low-down dirty cunt.

So God punished Jacob by giving him shark lips. As he kissed his lips quickly wore away leaving exposed, fleshy strips. Given time a new set of lips would push forward, replacing the worn out pair. At any one time Jacob had at least fourteen sets of lips in various stages of growth.

While receiving oral sex from a man with fourteen lips sounded great on the internet, the reality was somewhat more grotesque.

Jacob now had to take care who he kissed, which pained him. You see, Jacob liked few things more than kissing girls. Naked girls were nice, and like many men he enjoying the various combinations a girl and his penis afforded. But kissing was what he really liked. The sensual proximity of the act, all lips and tongues and breath. The way different girls were fast or slow, vigorous, forceful or submissive. Jacob liked kissing.

Whores didn’t count. Jacob kind of looked on those affairs as luxurious masturbation. And anyway, he rarely kissed whores. Not with meaning anyway. God kind of agreed, or at least left him to his own devices on this one.

Now when he returned home late from work his wife Felicity, a strong women with a fine mind, could tell whether her husband had strayed. She could even judge how passionately he had strayed and what kind of kisser he had strayed with. Jacob’s tattered skin and bloody smears revealed everything to his discerning wife.

However, Felicity was proud and soon grew weary of discovering her husband’s infidelities only after they had been committed. She was tired of both him and his presumptuous arrogance. Now, as he finishes tying his shoes she leaps upon him, grabs his hair, pulls his face toward hers. She kisses him, not with love, but with a blood lust. She kisses until his lips are shredded, his teeth exposed, until red drops drip upon his shirt. Then she sends him out the door, his mouth a jagged hole.