He wakes me with a kiss. Happy anniversary, he whispers. I grab his balls. You can't get away that easily, I said with a smile. Come here and give me the anniversary I want.
We make love. I am so wet his penis keeps slipping away whenever he pulls out. As always, I finish myself off because he could never bear to be rough with me.
Minutes later, we lie together without speaking. We talk as we stare at the ceiling. I feel myself soaking up the sheets. I'm still drenched, I tell him. And I still feel horny.
We both look at his deflated member. Can you resuscitate it? I asked. I took it in my mouth. It leaped back to life. I let go so I could straddle him. I sigh when I could not feel his hardness beneath me.
Sorry, he said sheepishly. It's too soon and I'm too tired. You fu**ed my brains out.
I flip to my side so he won't see my disappointment.
You're always horny and aggressive lately, he marvels. It's like you're another person entirely. You're not acting like yourself.
Inwardly, I cringe. Not myself? This is myself.
But, I understand what he means. He likes me better when I exude ice from every pore. He likes me better when I pretend disinterest. This must be why he grabs me whenever I'm on my way to the office. He knows I hate taking my clothes off especially when I just put them on. So, whenever I angrily refuse his advances, he gets so aroused that one time, he even came in his jeans while we talked near the doorway.
He's weird, that way. He can only get it up for encores when he thinks I don't want a tumble. A passive response excites him. Passion turns him off.
After all, I'm his wife and wives are nice girls. They don't writhe in longing; they don't beg; they don't tell you to hurt them. They're not as wanton as the girl now lying beside him.
Ohhh good lord, you don’t have to put up with that “the mouth that kisses my child” attitude do you? *sigh* It seems half the male population spends their life looking for a partner who wants sex as much as they do and the other half are freaked out that their partner wants more than them.
And you’re still battling with your inner catholic!
Maybe you can come up with some elaborate double-bluff as your man seems to do the opposite of all your desires. Structure things so that it looks like you don’t want all the things he actually want? Then he’ll do them!
Is he real religious?
Hmmm, I saw your comment on my blog. Thanks for visiting. I was trying to recall your batch, was it 1995?
You express yourself wonderfully… makes me wonder how much polish you put on your thoughts. The bit of thought on husbands an wives throws me back to my first marriage. It is a hard thing to be rough to someone you really want to protect and shelter… some passion is obviously lost. Shame that.
I do so enjoy the snippets, even though they seem random, it is your thought process in type, however polished, that turns me on.
I would go crazy in your situation. My husband and I both are like different people outside of our bedroom. He hurts me on a regular basis, but only when I am in the mood for it and let him know I want it. Thing about it – it turns him on like crazy and I have a sweet sadistic little pleasure from the bruises the next day. Sometimes we go to the bar in seperate vechicles and spend the night seducing each other like strangers and end up f**king like strangers at the end of the night. I hope your man comes around…