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I honestly think that he is never going to touch me again; he is stubborn that way. We are back to where he cannot say that he loves me; just this time, he cannot touch me as well. How can he want to kiss me but not touch me? Makes no sense? There are days that I wonder what I am fighting for; it feels like nothing at all; our relationship must have just been doomed from the start. I feel like I am his prize locked up in his backyard. I must do as he says and not ask for anything in return. I don't know what to think about us anymore

This was my husband of over five years, he barely even kissed me at all and was just busy feeling in my body so whatever surface he could find and pounding without stopping. The most troubling part was he didn't even bother at all if I reached my own climax, then when he was finally done and satisfied he stretched on the bed and went to sleep without even grabbing his hands around me as you normally do days that it was practically a reflex for him at this point I was just looking at him it was somebody would stare at a painting just without the admiration and only the shock. My mind and my heart were quick to give him an excuse that he was probably tired from the pack's annual festival and t

Instead, he takes another step closer, tilting my chin up with a finger. “I’ll be the first to admit I haven’t been the best husband. I’ve been ignorant, indifferent, and, well, difficult, to say the least. But what if I told you there was a reason—not a good one, but something you could at least try to understand—for why I kept my distance? That there are things I never told you about myself, things I want you to know now? Would it change anything at all?” His touch on my skin bothers me—feels familiar in a way I hate with all my being.

Ignoring the broken expression on her features, I brushed past her to change my clothes. "Why won't you touch me, Keagan?! I'm your wife! I have the right to demand sex whenever I want! Don't you think you're being unfair?" Her voice cracked, and she broke into tears, but I remained unmoved. Instead, I felt irritation crawling over my skin.

I kiss down her neck and shoulder blade as I push two fingers into my daughter’s tight pussy. I need to prepare her to take my size. She sighs, rocking against my hand. “It’s been so long, baby. I need you so badly.” My cock jerks against her, and she squirms further. It’s been a long time for me too. My wife is no longer interested, but I am curious why it has been so long for her. When I was her age, my wife and I were fucking like rabbits daily. I pump my fingers in and out of her, and she gasps and writhes. Her body is incredibly responsive to the simplest of touches.

“You’re not the only one struggling girl. Watching your ass in that dress every time you bent over had my cock hard the whole time. But tell me something. Does Jake know how wet his wife gets for his old man?” His hand rested on my hip thumb stroking the crease where my thigh met my body. The touch felt possessive and it made my breath hitch. I looked up at him biting my lip before the words spilled out. “Jake doesn’t know shit about what I need. That’s the problem. Our marriage is only a couple years old but it feels like he barely touches me anymore. Quick fucks in the dark where he cums in two minutes and rolls over. I’m twenty two and horny as fuck every day but he acts like I’m just the

None of this happened to me at least. I didn't sleep on the same bed with him and still feel cold on the inside. I didn't stand next to him everyday, feel his touch on my skin, inhale his exotic cologne, feel his body heat, all the while hoping he'd just fuck everything and scoop me up with a devastating kiss! I wasn't leaving in this slow torture that was this marriage. What was I even doing here? What were we doing together? He won't kiss me, touch me, speak to me, spend time with me more than a few minutes of asking something either relating to his family, my family, work or even his grandma!

Talk less of touching me. If I took the bed, he would stay on the couch. Anything to avoid physical contact with me, until last month. He came home drunk for some reason and suddenly became touchy with me. I should have resisted but having starved of his affection for so long, I gave in. Now, I wasn't so sure if I did the right thing. It wasn't even memorable enough for him to remember. He completely forgot everything that happened the next day. My phone beeped again, reminding me of the phone call from earlier. If they were really my family, that would be nice, I guess. At least, there were people out there still willing to love me.

“You’re pregnant, and our family is growing. Can’t we celebrate that without you ruining the moment with something so irrelevant? I’m here with you, trying to make this work, doesn’t it mean something to you?” “It doesn’t mean anything to me when I have no idea why my husband wouldn’t touch me for 7 whole months!” I sneered. “Here we go again,” he muttered as he picked up the wine bottle and drank from its mouth. “Are you serious right now?” I growled. “I’ve been married to you for 10 years, and you never stayed this long without touching me! You couldn’t even go a week without wanting me! Tell me how in the world we have gotten to 7 months without you even kissing me?!”

I asked in a low tone which cause him to snap his eyes at me. "What? No, of course, I want you," He said looking at me like I was crazy. "Then why don't you want to have sex with me? It's not like I'm a virgin you took that a long time ago! Is it because he touched me!" I asked fighting the urge to cry. "No, Booke..." "Then make love to me. I want you," I pleaded as I placed my hand on his crotch. I was desperate to make love to my husband again.