Novel & Cerita Mengapa Suamiku Jarang Menyentuhku

"Don't use Charlie as an excuse to not have sex with your husband. You don't have to be with him for twenty-four hours. You have Jessa to watch over him. You can even ask me to watch over Charlie." "I don't know. I just don't know what to do." "He can be really busy or he's trying to keep the distance from you because he's upset with you. Either way you both need to have sex. You're acting that way because you haven't had sex for so long. Go to your husband. Make love to your husband and he wouldn't care if your relationship is kept a secret forever." "Why do I have to come to him?" I complained. "You don't want to sex with him?"

“Why are you so worked up over sex, Samantha? Why?” Dazed by the unexpected question, I struggled to find my voice. “Mum, it's the 5th day since our wedding and yet my husband hasn't made love to me. In fact the last time I set my eyes on him was on our wedding night where he spoke to me in an unclear manner.” “Samantha…Samantha….” She repeated my name over and over, but I remained silent. “I know you can hear me anyway…. I urge you to be calm and give your husband time, okay?”

He started rubbing his temples; he always did that and always complained about how unhappy he was, but I knew marriage wasn’t easy; I knew he wasn’t himself, so I stepped closer and tried to touch his hands, but he flinched away. “What the fck? Why would you touch me?!” He raised his voice; yes, he never allowed me to touch him; the only time I would ever feel his skin is when he’s hor-ny; that happens maybe once a month, the times he and Jimena are having misunderstandings. That’s the only time I felt desired, as he would come to me and start kissing my body, and once he got what he wanted, he treated me like trash. Well, he was hard to resist, so he always got his way.

I asked. "Because of this!" she blurted out. "Gosh am sick and tired of all this. If you won't believe me its fine. Let's just leave it at that. "She said as she turned to storm off but my hand reached out to hers spooning her around. "Samantha look..."I begun. "Is it so bad to want to touch my wife, to tell her that am feeling sexually fustrated, to let her know how much I need her. When was the last time we made love.I miss you I miss your skin.I miss everything about you"I told her.

"You say that, but I see the hunger in your eyes. Tell me the truth. Do you still want me the way you used to?" My cheeks burned. How can he ask me that when he knows the answer hurts both of us? "Of course I do. You're my husband." "But I can't give you what you need," he said flatly. "No touch. No real intimacy. Ten years of nothing. Be honest with me, Clara. Does it drive you crazy?" I stood up and walked to the window. Rain tapped softly against the glass. Yes. It drives me insane some nights. "Sometimes it does. But I push those feelings down. I focus on taking care of you. That's what matters."

To the way my hole is still fluttering, still clenching around nothing, still hungry. "I—" Her throat bobs. Her thighs press together, and I hear it, the soft, sticky sound of skin on slick skin. "This is sin. This is…I'm married. Your father…” "When's the last time Dad touched you?" I pushed myself up on my elbows, my voice soft. Not challenging. Just asking. "Really touched you, Mom? Made you feel good? Made you come?" Her face goes scarlet. "That's not-you can't- "Years," I whisper. "It's been years, hasn't it?"

"You're my husband. You haven't touched me in so long. I'm starving for you, Connor. Please." He opened his mouth and his brow furrowed deeply. "I'm not—" I cut him off, assuming the worst. He was going to give me that same old excuse. That he was not in the mood. "I get it, you're not in the mood. You haven't been for the last eight months. But I want it so bad. Just fuck me this once, and you can go back to ignoring me. I don't care. I need you inside me now." Desperation made my voice crack, but I didn't stop.

We have been dating for a month now and he has never gone past kissing me or giving me a handjob. He doesn’t let me touch his cock, even though it would always get hard and large… The sheer size is always so tempting to touch but he won’t let me. He doesn’t even sleep over in his own house and hurries back to work and doesn’t return until the next morning. I find it very suspicious, yet I can’t see myself complaining, instead I feel very hurt that I can’t do anything to help him, to lessen his worries or lessen whatever this workload of his he always has.

That maybe this was the year he’d finally reach for me the way a husband was supposed to reach for his wife. He always had an excuse ready — exhaustion, pack business, a headache that never seemed to trouble him with anyone else, not that I’d let myself think too hard about what that meant. It had been so long since he’d touched me that I sometimes wondered if he remembered how, or if some part of him had simply decided I wasn’t worth the effort anymore. Now I knew exactly what he’d been saving himself for.

he uttered calmly as I sighed, pulling him closer with his Polo as he hissed frustratedly. "I want it that way! Just touch me please. How can we kiss so intensely and yet you didn't try to touch me, I feel like a wood… Gosh!" I sighed and stood from the bed. "I know you still cheat and that's why you don't know how it feels to be sex starved!" I yelled as he bit his lip. "Trust me I haven't had sex in months, and with Sadie? I only slept with her twice and that was when we fought" he muttered as I scoffed.