It's been weeks since Kenny and I decided to hold off on having a baby. There hasn't been any sex between us and my body has been given a much needed -break. So far Kenny has stuck to his promise and I've been having trouble trying not to feel terrible. Not only am I anxious and stressed that he might find out the truth, but I'm so scared as to what will happen after this month is up. Maybe I'll come to the decision that I do want to have a child with Kenny. I mean what else is there for me to do?
Life has continued as if we have never tried to conceive in the first place. Kenny is off to work at the police station and I regularly take on other clients. My occupation has been like my art in a way.A way for me to escape my home life as it's been less stressful. Many times I have wanted to stay at work longer to help my clients through their lives. However, I have to be the wife Kenny deserved which didn't include working late nights. I had to work hard, come home before he did to clean, cook a homemade meal, and satisfy him before bed. My days never switched up, it was always the same cycle. I know nothing else. Somethings I wonder how I'm capable of helping people deal with their problems when I can't solve my own. And yet, I'll stop….hopefully.At one point our marriage wasn't as estranged as it is now. We were hopelessly in love with one another which hasn't exactly changed. Yet I can't help but feel disconnected. Somewhere I went wrong and haven't been able to fix whatever happened. I mean yes, lying about wanting a baby is awful. But that's not where it began. I still love my husband dearly and would do anything for him but some part of me is rejecting the idea of having his child.A sigh escaped my lips as I pondered on my thoughts. I was supposed to be relaxing, not thinking of things that I shouldn't. I thought soaking in a hot bath would ease my mind, but it hasn't done much. Not only did it fail in distracting me, but unknowingly the water had begun to turn cold. Sitting up from my laid-back position I used one of my hands to lift the drain so I could get rid of some water. It was a Friday afternoon and I was off while Kenny was called in to work a shift. He usually has off on Fridays as well as I do, but according to his chief, they were swamped. I thought we could have, I say to ourselves, but Kenny insisted that we needed more money. I couldn't complain much as I enjoyed time to myself, however, I forgot that whenever I'm alone, my thoughts become depressing.Seeing that the water was at a low level, I pulled up the drain and used my hand to turn up the knob for hot water. On the right side of the tub, I grabbed a bottle of Shea oil and poured a little into the tub. I loved the smell of it and how smooth it made my rich skin feel. I poured a tiny bit into my hand before placing it back where it was. Using both hands, I rubbed the oil together and carefully began to oil my neck. Smoothing the oil on my skin being attentive so as to not put any on my shoulder-length locs. Another sigh escaped from me as I slowly rubbed some tension away. I didn't want to think about anything else anymore, I just wanted to relax. It would have felt better if there were larger and calloused hands giving me a massage.I lowered my hands to my shoulders as I closed my eyes. Envisioning things that I shouldn't. Couldn't, but my mind did not want to stop. The presence of a man behind my back as I sat in the tub, my head falling back against his imaginary shoulder. Getting rid of my worries by gently rubbing my shoulders eventually lowering his hands to my collarbone. Then onto my breast before palming my dark nipples. A quiet moan escaped me as my hands followed what the man did in my mind. It wasn't difficult for me to get turned on envisioning my fantasy. After going so long without feeling pleasure, I sometimes feel more lustful. I know it's wrong to dream or even think of a mystery man instead of my husband, but some days it couldn't be helped. It wasn't that I dreamt of being with anyone else, but Kenny hasn't recently been giving me what my body craved. Trying not to feel ashamed as I felt my pleasure build-up due to being over-sensitive when it comes to my nipples. I continued to please myself until the water ran cold.I placed a plate of hot food and a bottle of wine on the table before calling Kenny to come down to eat. The sound of his heavy footsteps reached my ear as I dabbled in the kitchen. Cleaning up my mess and then getting my own plate ready. A plate of food that was specifically less than Kenny of course. Just as I settled I brought my plate to the dining table and sat across from him."No beer?" He questioned, and I shook my head."No, we ran out yesterday and I forgot to get some," I told him to which he just grunted. I watched him take the first bite of his food before I took my own. In a weird way. I wanted to see if he enjoyed it. To my disappointment, he didn't comment on the food and we sat in silence. Him sipping his wine between bites of his food while I felt my mood dampen. Although I wasn't finished with my food, once I saw he was done with his I got up. I took his and my plate to the kitchen. I threw the scrap of food I had on my plate in the trash and began doing the dishes. There wasn't much to think about how Kenny was acting. He was a bit quiet, well he's been quiet all week. I wasn't afraid of him or anything, just worried. Nowadays I couldn't read him or know what he was going to do. How does a woman not know her husband?"Rose" snapping out of my thoughts I jolted. I put the clean dishes away and made my way to the dining table. Kenny had yet to move and was looking at his phone."Yes?" I answered."I want to take us out to eat tomorrow morning." He said, and I was a bit shocked. Though I try to hide it. We haven't eaten out in god knows how long. He continuing he spoke. "A coworker told me of some sort of cafe down by your job. He said they have great food and service.""That's nice. I would love to get breakfast-"He stood up, "great. I'm tired. Let'sgo to bed." I nodded, albeit excitedly, and followed him upstairs. Things are starting to change, I guess. I wondered what the place was called. Although it's near my job, I haven't really gone anywhere outside of our home. We had stopped going out a long time ago, but Kenny suggested something different tomorrow. I can't help but feel a little happy. Shoot, I have no idea of what to wear tomorrow. Maybe I should dress differently and spice things up.Yeah, something different.The smell of chemicals wafted through the air as I dipped my paint brush into the pallet. Collecting the acrylic color blue and lifting it to the canvas in front of me. I was fulfilling my promise to Nicolaus and painting in his ultra- lager apartment. Or what rich folks refers to as a penthouse suite. To say I was shocked when I arrived was an understatement.While we drove to his apartment which I've never seen before, he kept saying it was a regular space. But as I looked out the window and saw the buildings go from poor to middle class and finally the rich, I knew he was lying. Then when we arrived it took everything in me not to gape like a fish. His home was enormous for a "simple" apartment. I thought he was living in a mini, but not so mini house. It had everything. Such as his own gym, a large kitchen, a game room, and more. It was its own very bachelorette pad. However it made sense when he told me he was living with his best friend. Who conveniently was out of town.So we
I think Nick could sense something was off with me today. He has constantly been asking me if I was feeling ok, causing me to lie through my teeth and say yes. I knew I should've canceled, and called him earlier to do so. But he begged to see me and there was no way I could say no. And when I arrived at our park meeting, he surprised me with a picnic set up for us. He packed a blanket, pillows, and mini electric fans, along with food and plenty of water.How could a man be so thoughtful and sweet?"So when I saw the sweet gesture, I stuffed down my depression. Smiling and joking with him trying to be light-hearted. Yet, finding myself failing miserably. I wanted to listen to him speak as he talked of his family and homeland. But it was almost as if my brain was rejecting the idea. I would accidentally tune him out, his voice fading from my ears. While I stared into space thinking about my husband and becoming sad. His words from the other night ringing in my ear.You don't deserve to
The sun was shining today through the windows, lighting up the place I called my home. Despite the brightness, it felt dark; gloomy. A few weeks past as the summer began, the weather became hotter each day. It was the perfect time to go outside and enjoy the summer air. Most days I could hear the children outside my window, playing with the sprinklers. Their giggles reached my ears, making me smile.And as their laughter continued until the late afternoon when they were called home, I couldn't help my thoughts. Wondering if I had had a child, would they have as much fun? And when the dreary thought came to my mind, I pushed it away. That was the past. But why couldn't I let it go?It didn't help that, along with my solemn thoughts, Kenny has continued to avoid me. He's even taking extra measures to pretend I didn't exist. And when we lay in bed, he would turn the other way. I tried not to show how hot I was, but often I did find myself leaving the room to go into the bathroom and cry
Sean.I've encountered many women throughout my years as an adult. Some of them were more attractive than the woman I recently met. They had bigger asses, slimmer waist and bigger breasts. But somehow, someway, they don't stand out to me as much as she has. The woman whose name I didn't know, but I wish I did. Just so I could find her and fuck her.She was beautiful with skin just as mine but more smooth. Compared to my rugged self. Her long legs shone as she danced in the tight-ass dress that hugged her body. Sticking to her like a second skin, her breasts heaving with every exhaled. She was fucking sexy.I wanted her but had no way of finding the woman. When she ran off with her friend, I tried to keep up. Pushing my way through the crowd, but when I made it out of the club doors, she disappeared. It was as if she was a ghost. I was a damn military man. How the fuck could I not catch her up?" She was on heels, for Christ sake! And if I did what will I say?"Hey, I followed you outsi
I could hear music from outside the club. The words were not penetrating through the building, but the bass was. Despite the night air, it wasn't cold outside as Wren and I walked in our heels. Towards the doors that have a line and guards posted outside. Soon we reached the post, wren grabbed my hand and had us skipping the line to one of the guards. She spoke to them while the surrounding strangers complained. Some things I forget wren was an outgoing person who knew people. The guard let us in with a nod and we grinned at each other.Instantly, I felt warm air and the strobe lights brightened the dark room. It seemed to be more than a few dozen in the club night, and plenty more that I couldn't count. The place was big with an upstairs area that was for VIPs, lounges on both sides that were closed off unless you paid for them, and a large bar that we were heading to. My heels clacked along the floor as I followed wren. Moving past people who were either drinking or dancing.Once th
"I'm guessing that he took the news well since you're not dead." Wren said as soon a s I answered the phone. I rolled my eyes, continued to wash the dishes as I placed the phone on the counter. Leaving it on a speaker so I could hear her. Kenny was at work, so I wasn't worried about him hearing anything. And if he was, he'd be far away from me. Seeing as he's been avoiding me for the past few weeks."Yes, I am very much alive," I chuckled. "Washing dishes, might I add?" "Oh, how exciting," I heard shuffling on her end. "But I have something far more appealing in mind.Uh oh. Wren was using a devious tone that reeked of trouble! "I'm afraid to ask, she cackled." Clubbing," she said, and Immediately replied no. "Come on Rose! We haven't gone out in forever."Wren, I'm nearing my thirties. What do I look like spending time at a club? "A housewife with an asshat for a husband," she replied flatly, causing me to sigh. "Ugh, please! I want to spend time with my best friend in the whol