Mengapa Suamiku Jarang Menyentuhku Novels & Stories

~ The rest of the holiday quickly passes by, and I’m not ashamed to say I wish it were longer. We spent our last week mostly out, and that night by the pool was the last time James fucked me. We aren’t fighting, but now when we sneak away from the families, he spends the time just cuddling me and chatting. Anytime I try to initiate more, he finds a way out of it, and I’m starting to get frustrated. I know he isn’t mad at me. Why he won’t touch me is what I don’t understand. Especially after he confessed that night that he loves touching me, so I don’t get the sudden change. We kissed like twice out of all the times we met, and my yearning to have him between my thighs worsens by each day.

I said as if anyone could come into the kitchen like last time. " No, I said, I love you just like your precious Mohak, but you didn't say it back or hugged or kissed me. I should get better treatment than him, after all, I am your husband. At least do give me a proper hug or kiss. " He took the bowl which I was holding and placed it on the kitchen counter. Oh God, this man needed more attention than Mohak. " Why should I say it, if I don't feel so?? " I said to tease him.

He is still my husband, the best I can do is treat him with familiarity. Awkwardness befriends us as I stand before him, wringing my fingers without a clue on how to start a discussion. Yes, I have a lot to say but I can't seem to find the words now I need them. I look at him, his hot, masculine scent draws me in, I missed it so bad I find myself subconsciously leaning into him. Why can’t we be a normal couple? Why can’t he love me? Why can’t he be kinder, more forgiving? Why? I'm not asking for too much. My lips part open but he beats me to it and I nod. "Good morning. How was your night?"

"I missed you today. I thought maybe tonight..." He sighed, a sharp, irritated sound that made me flinch. He set the tablet down and looked at me with a coldness that made the cashmere feel like ice. "I just want to sleep. Is that too much to ask? Or are we going to have another 'special' night where you demand my performance?" The rejection stung, but the irritation finally sparked over the shame. I sat up, pulling the duvet to my chest. "What is the problem, Marcus? Truly? It’s been more than a month. I’m your wife. Why don't you want to touch me?"

"Have you two had sex since you've gotten married?" She bit her lower lip, flushed. "No." "I told you, the rumors should be true." "Riley, stop being so stupid. That is not feasible.” "Why? Without fire, smoke cannot exist. You've got a husband. If he could have behaved like a man should, would he have kept you around for this long?" "There's a reason." To prevent Riley from reading her emotion, she lowered her eyes. “He is not fond of me. He can't even touch me for days at a time without saying anything to me. We are unable to ascertain whether or not he is impotent."

He has never done this before, what happened all of sudden? "Yes, you are my husband but not my master to order me for this." I said to him directly in my strong voice. "It's not like I'm touching you for the first time, I have fucked you so many times, then why did not you stopped me then…..What happened now?" He said raising his voice to me, I felt disgusting with his words today "It was love we made, now what you said just now. And now just stay away from me. I don't want you to touch me right now." I also raise my voice to reply to him. I walked away from him, only to be held by him again from behind.

I sometimes pinch myself or hug the dog too tight when I remember something amazing he'd done for me. But here in the last few days, I've been feeling that distance though I can't quite put my finger on why because he hasn't changed towards me, other than the fact that we haven't made love in a bit. You'd think as teenagers who'd taken the lid off that particular jar; we'd be at it all the time.

Even if I feel like I’m suffocating? Shane talks to me more now, but that’s it. He talks. He doesn’t touch me. No kisses. No hugs. No warmth. No intimacy. It’s like I’m a stranger in my own home. And contrary to what people might think, I miss my husband. I miss the way he used to hold me, the way he used to want me. But now, I feel like I’m just existing next to him, not with him.

I feel like happiness has enmity with me that's why I don't find it. Amaan is behaving very coldly with me. He doesn't talk to me properly nor he cares for me. I feel like he is angry with me about some matter. I don't know why he is angry with me. Did I do anything wrong? It's been 3 days since our marriage and he hasn't touched me either. It's like he has lost all his interest in me. It's night time and he has come home after a long tiring day. He is now taking a shower. He has taken a job in a nearby company and his earning is enough for us to lead a peaceful life.

~Candy~ My husband has not touched me in six months. No, scratch that, the sadistic bastard loves smacking me around and pounding my head into walls. But he has not fucked me in such a long time. No kisses, ass gropes in the kitchen, and not even the trip to his infamous torture room for a night spent in forced bondage where he’d make me endure his sadistic sexual preferences. This can only mean one thing: he has found a mistress or at the very least, someone else occupies his attention.