My Husband Said I'm boring in bedI lay on my back in the dark, sheets twisted around my ankles, staring up at the ceiling fan that never quite spun fast enough to drown out the silence between us. Alex had already rolled off me, his breathing steady and satisfied while my body still hummed with unfinished heat. He'd come inside me in three quick thrusts—always three, like it was a quota—and pulled out before I could even catch my breath. I was soaked, thighs slick, clit swollen and aching, but he hadn't noticed. Or cared.He propped himself on one elbow, reached for his phone on the nightstand, and scrolled without looking at me. "You're wet," he said, voice flat, like he was reading the weather. "But your body's average. No spark. You just lie there. Wet but boring."The words landed like cold water. I swallowed the sting, tried to laugh it off. "I was into it. I thought—"He snorted. "You thought wrong. Watch some porn or something. Get ideas. I bought you that vibrator six months
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