Mengapa Suamiku Jarang Menyentuhku นิยาย & เรื่องราว

"Just put the damn cock in me, Liam!." I mumbled in pain as I dipped two fingers into my wet pussy. While my husband fixed his tie for work. "Not now, Selena." He didn't even spare me a glance. Not now? God this is frustrating. Ever since we got married a month ago, we only fucked one time. I pulled out my fingers and sat upright. "Liam come on, just a few minutes before you leave. You're leaving me for days. I really need this please."

But Jake's eyes lingered on Mark for a second too long, and I swear I saw Mark's hand twitch like he wanted to reach out but thought better of it. My heart started pounding harder, not from anger yet, but from this weird curiosity bubbling up inside me. I've been feeling so damn neglected lately, coming home from my part-time shifts at the library to an empty house, Mark always buried in his emails or out 'running errands,' and our sex life? Forget it. It had been months since he even touched me properly, like I was some invisible fixture in our marriage. And now this? I stepped closer to the pool deck, my bare feet padding softly on the warm concrete.

Just three days ago, Alfred, my boyfriend of four years, had ended things with me. His reason was that I didn't moan whenever he touched me. He claimed that I was always quiet and stiff whenever he had sex with me. It wasn't really a lie; it was true. Whenever Alfred and I had sex, I didn’t feel anything. No fire, no rush, no shiver of desire. Just… emptiness. I loved him with all my heart, but my body never seemed to respond to him.

she yelled angrily as he put away the photos. "I don't know! You suddenly became so annoying. Want to know the truth? The only thing I want is her, to touch her. That feeling of frustration consumes me all the time. You knew I loved her, but you were happy because my father disapproved of her. I was just an obedient dog." "You used to say you loved me..." "I know!" he asserted angrily, "but I can't deal with the frustration." "And how do I deal with the frustration of my husband not touching me or even kissing me?"

And turned my whole attention toward my husband, who was now naked, he was pumping his cock in his fist but still looked as if he is in pain. "I want my wife. Raina, baby" I ran toward him and cupped his cheek as he mumbled my name "I am here baby," I said. He looked at me with heavy eyes, and his gaze fell upon my chest and he reached out to touch them but I backed away. I am in no mood to have sex because I am tired and I do not like drunk sex. "Please, let me feel you," he says and forwards his hand out to grope me but I slap his hand away from my chest.

I can feel the warmth of his body and rudged muscles of his stomach, eight abs on my back. "Then why this?" He asks in a whisper. I huddle in closer to him. A sudden surge of dread fills me. I don't know why am I feeling like this? After seeing him like this, I forgot all that, I don't wanna be upset with him. What should I say? That I felt that he shut me down, He ignored me, he wanted me for one night, that I wanna have my breakfast with him. it sounds stupid now. He's not just my husband, he's more than that. He couldn't cling to me all day and night.

ALICE "I don't know what to tell you right now but you do realise that's a very bold accusation, right? If it turns out that you're wrong, this accusation could lead to a misunderstanding between both of you, you know that right?" she asked. "I know that Summer but it's just how I feel and I can't help it. I'm starting to feel alone in my own home because my husband doesn't do anything with me anymore. He barely ever touches me or makes out with me anymore and whenever I try to talk, he uses work as an excuse not to talk to me. He just nods his head to whatever I say and I just have a very strong feeling that he's no longer excited to be around me and that I bore him," I told her honestly as

No one seemed to have noticed his shift in gaze, and by the time I looked back at him again, the look was gone, but I knew what I saw. I've been trying all this time to shut it out, to turn things around, but to no avail, it seems, if tonight's episode was anything to go by. It made no sense; he wanted me when we were running around behind her back or those times when he came to me when they were taking a break from each other, so why hasn't he touched me in the three years since we've been married?

He asked, quickly grabbing my hands. I smirked, staring at his face. “How can you ask your wife…?” I paused, swallowing hard on nothing. “Okay, let's say we are married on paper. But how can you tell someone you claim to love to ignore your frequent contact with women? It's not like you have ever touched me!” I queried in disgust. “Leena, it's not like I don't want to touch you. I'm not ready now.” He said sadly. “But you are ready to toy with my feelings?” I forcefully pulled my hands from him, nodding my head.

He lowered the cup and held my hand, "don't you believe that I'm willing to change for you?" Change, will he change now? Maybe if I go home poor like then, he won't pay attention to me, thanks to Ms. Hilton's money. "Let's stop fooling each other, Jake. We both know that you can't live without sleeping with women every day, right and you even bring some of them home to your house before." I added sarcastically. I can count on one hand how many times he touched me in our six years of marriage, I never saw him get excited every time we did it. He seemed to be struggling, hardly wanting to see my face or hear my moans.