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My Husband Said: ‘So You Still Love Me after All’
What should I answer with? Or, should I, at all?
Eir Thunderbird
Eir Thunderbird
Jan 28·4 min read
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It wasn’t really a question, and this annoyed me. It was a statement he made in a text message after I left his bedroom to go to mine, to sleep. He mentioned several times during the last few days that he missed a touch. I could see it too by his childlike attempts to get in my proximity, either by rubbing my back, which he dreads normally doing, or by “randomly” bumping into me as we were going about with our days.

So I knew it was about time.

After I put our son to sleep, I went to his bedroom to have s**. We rarely do it these days, and he’s not initiating it either, perhaps to avoid rejection. He knows that if I’m not in the mood, it’s not going to happen, and he’s still immature to be willing to put in the effort to drive it.

So he waits.

He probably knows it by now that every once in a while (and the point I’m making here goes beyond the mere frequency of it), I come to decide that it’s time to get physical, and I take the lead. This means that what happens between the sheets is on my terms, and he only gets to comply. I know, I’m the worst — but I don’t really care.

Recently, though, I made my mind, on the spot, to give in and accept his preferences and requests. I particularly liked doing it because he didn’t expect me to do it, so he wasn’t overly excited or needy. Neediness definitely turns me off.

Not only that he was surprised at how the encounter unfolded, but he even forgot, under the spell of serotonin, that we have serious relationship issues. Which made me wonder.
Are men really this simple-minded?

If all it takes for a woman to get in a man’s graces is to provide for straightforward needs like s**, then why don’t women just do it? Will it make you less of a feminist if you tend for your partner’s needs (yes, provided that you’re in the mood, too)? My short answer now is: no, probably it won’t.

Then how come we’re not able to do it? Why is it that difficult to let the ego aside and soften up, for once?

Because the a****** does not deserve it, I remember that I soften up plenty of times in the past only to be endlessly disappointed about my naivety. Seeing that he’s capable of acting decently at times angers me even more. He’s choosing not to do it unless there’s something in it for him. So, his next day’s token of appreciation delivered as the image of the graceful husband will not gonna fly unless I get to see it consistently.

Good behavior should not be exhibited as a quid pro quo and definitely not paid in s**.

But then again, similarly, as I believe that good behavior should be a default, my husband gets to be conditional (even if he doesn’t do it voluntarily).
Are women really those who set the relationship dynamics?

He told me that I’m setting the dynamics of our relationship, and he only gets to react. The truth is, I hate the responsibility. I agree that he’s right, though; as a woman, I have the strings to make a man both love me and hate me.

The problem is I’m a mother now, so I don’t have time to invest in running the logistics of keeping a relationship alive by myself. This is where it would be lovely to have a partner that could take the lead for once.

I would like to be lured more often to his bedroom. I might say no sometimes, but still, I deserve to feel wanted and pursued sometimes. So yeah, this title doesn’t make me justice.
Is ‘fake it ’til you make it’ true?

Now I’m wondering how long could we fake it? I admit that it feels good to receive small gestures of appreciation in return for s**. The s** was good for me, too, so I don’t see it as a currency. But is this sustainable in a relationship? How many couples do survive by this approach? How many thrive?

Beyond the immediate effect of getting laid, I’m left with the aftertaste of deception. If I’m tearing down my walls now, I’ll be left naked and exposed. I did it plenty of times to know better by now.

In all truthfulness, I’m skeptical about faking it ’til you make it. It’s as hackneyed as it sounds. For now, though, I choose not to answer, and he’s a gentleman enough not to pressure me into it.

A thing is for sure, s** can do and undo alliances since forever. Would you be willing to put more into it to save your marriage? What would you lose if you do?
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Me: Marriage = S** on tap, as a male. My wives had other priorities however and s** was the last thing they wanted after they had the marriage contract and owned me, sort of thing.
Now I never consider marriage and when a relationship goes stale, time to move on.

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Mr John…she stammered.shhhhh I said. If I tell your mom you were actually f****** on my couch she’ll beat you ground you or? Yeah I know. How can we make this right? Well if I won’t tell you can’t tell. Come over here and sit on my lap. No straddle my legs and face me. Are we going to really f***? No sweetie. You are 13, and I’m not insane. But a little foreplay to give you your o***** would be a nice way to end your night. She edged up to me , saw the huge bulge in my pants. And spread her thighs apart and nestled her tight little a** on my legs. God she was warm. I parted her blouse snd palm ribbed her n******. A minute later she closed her eyes and leaned backwards, her tongue lolling in her mouth. I Slowely began sucking and licking her now hardening n******. Slurp. Slurp. I suckled her tips. Oh oh Mr John you really know how to s*** n******. She panted. Now I ran my fingernails from her spread open knees to her very inner thighs. She felt terrific and parted her thighs wider. I smelled her young eager p**** aroma. It was intoxicating. You smell so fresh sweetie. My name is Lizzie. Call me Lizzie. As I messaged her thighs she respread hrr thighs. Am I all drippy? She asked. I moved my fingers to the edge of her vaginal flesh. Yes swee Lizz you are a little slippery. Met I touch your very soft p**** Lizz? Yes yes I ran my fingers over the slushy slit. From a** hole to her c*** I let my fingers fiddle and wiggle in between her inner and outer lips. Nearly virgin as she was the flesh was delicate and lovely. My fingers and c*** tingled as I played with her p****. She gasped a little. Oh oh oh press on my c******* Mr John. Rub it gently. It’s all on fire down there.what’s on fire? My hot p**** Mr John. I know Lizz but it will get much much hotter . I felt up between her inner lips and gently rubbing her buttonwatcher her face contorted as she bit met bottom lip. Ooooo ooooo. Ooooo she slobbered. Yes honey let it go let it grow wild up into your belly and spread. I will get much more exciting. Her 13 yr old p**** enraged my c*** snd it twitched maddeningly. I caressed the wet button slowly and drew circles around it then tapped it seversl times. Then pinched it and then pressed on it. Then gripped the tiny button. Oh oh oh I’m i’m ( I stopped all movements. She unstiffenefd her torso and nearly collapsed. No no no don’t stop. Just for a minute. Your climb up will be even better. Oh s*** oh s*** I have to peepee. Go ahead let it come. She let loose snd peed into a cup i ok held. I watched her urinate and nearly blew my wad. She finished. I wiped her puss and slid my finger to her wet c******* again. Yes yes yes as I rolled my finger over the now very tender c*** I lifted her Fanny closer to my chest. Now my hot breath covered her c***. But also bared her tiny button slowly and hole. It was pink and puckered. Tho delicious looking I chose to use my other finger to eiggle it over her sss hole. She jiggled her a** cheeks trying to tighten them, but I pulled them apart and slid my index finger up into her lovely little yielding hole as fsr as I could. Once fullly inserted I wiggled it round and round and round. She gagged a bit but I gently lifted the hood on her c*** and sucked it into my lips. My waiting tongue began licking her c*** faster and faster. She grunted. She cried out as her wave of lust built up. As I sucked harder she waved her arms skyward snd grabbed her n******, pinching hard. A wild scream may have begun, but no sound was emitting from her gasping mouth. Her a** rippled and bounced on my legs. She stiffened and then looking into my eyes she collapsed against my body. Gasping for oxygen she sagged into e***** exstacy. Oh god oh god. I hugged her tiny body warmly. Was it good for you Lizz? I asked.

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