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The sound of heavy grunts were filling my ears. Willingly laying face down, tooted up for my husband as he took his pleasure. Consummation between husband and wife should be pleasurable for both, but I've never felt that way. I rolled my head to the other side trying to focus on the clock besides our bed. I had started counting down the time when we began having sex. I only had a few more seconds to go before he came. I went to stretch one of my arms because it was beginning to cramp but he grabbed onto it. As he pulled my arm behind my back, I held back a grimace. Mistaking me for wanting to grab the sheets."You feel so good," he moaned while his thrusts began to speed up. I didn't reply, as there will be no point. Although if I did, he wouldn't have cared to hear. I closed my eyes, trying to concentrate on my body. Maybe if I focused enough on how my nipples brushed against the sheets with every sway to my heavy breasts, I'd be turned on. Or perhaps the feel of my husband's touc

Hearing nothing but the cricket chirping outside and my husband snores, I can't sleep. Thinking back to the recent events that occured once my husband got home. After our romp in the kitchen earlier, I cleaned myself up in the bath room while Kenny helped himself to a serving of the meal I made. When I return to the kitchen, I cleaned up our mess and fixed myself a small plate of food. I didn't want to eat more than what a woman should. As Kenny likes to say, I do often. I then join Kenny in the living room as he watched television and ate his food. I curled up next to him as I ate, and he puts his arm around.A cycle we've continued for years before we got married. As I sat in his arms, hardly paying attention to the screen, all I can focus on is my husband. Some days it feel surreal that I call him that and others…. I wondered if I stop. Not wanting to think negative, I reflect back on our early married days. Where we couldn't stop calling one another husband and wife, smiles foreve

For as long as I could remember, I had always been alone. No parents, no siblings and no family. Although I was put in a harsh system, I was one of the lucky few who did experience anything trumatic. I only wonder why I had to grow up with other children who didn't have families. Some I made friends with, others I never had a chance to. Once I hit eighteen, they left me to fund for myself. Due to high grades and scholarship opportunities, I had no choice but to go to college. At least I will have a roof over my head. I couldn't say the same for other orphans who didn't have my luck.Although I was able to build a life for myself, I struggled. As an orphan, I didn't have as much of an education as other children. When it came to college, I had to take the most basic of classes which cost money I didn't have. Not only was I suffering financially, but I was also street about keeping my scholarship, my grades were beginning to tank, and I was anxious. Then with a job I managed to get with

"I need to borrow your car." Blinking my eyes against the sunlight and slipping in the room. Kenny's voice startled me from my peaceful sleep. I saw him move around the house swiftly, in a hurry dressed in his Police uniform. "The damn truck down now I'm running late." He explained. Sitting up, I rubbed my eyes to wake myself up. It's ok with Kenny taking my car but….."If you take my car, how will I get to work?" I asked, my voice raspy from sleep."You have to go in at about twelve right, I nodded. "Alright, I just dropped you off during my lunch break. Then I will pick you up after I get off work." It wasn't the best idea because Kenny tends to stay late at his job. But I didn't feel like arguing today and I was still extremely tired.I had a long day yesterday, looking over my patients files, cleaning the house, and trying to keep my thoughts occupied. It has been a few days since the incident at the restaurant-well, it was hardly an incident. Still it had been a while. Kenny and

It's been at least two hours and the storm showed no sign of stopping. Nick and I were casually drinking coffee, but we had moved a table in front of the fireplace. We now sat across from each other playing a card game. "Uno Out!" I dance a little in my seat after slapping down my last card. Nick sucked his teeth and put his card down. I had to say, he was horrible at the game. I had won five times in a row and my ego was rising with each win. Nonetheless, Nick held a smile on his face as he watched me shimmy in excitement."What is with you saying Uno out when winning?" He asked with a chuckle. "You just say Uno when you have your last card.""No no no, Mister! It's Uno and then it's Uno out so your opponent feels even more defeated." I told him, grinning."Well, consider me beat," We laughed and it felt good. I hadn't had this much fun in a long time. Not with friends or my husband, yet I was enjoying the company of a stranger. We had talked to one another for a while about the cr