Novel & Cerita Mengapa Suamiku Jarang Menyentuhku

"If you are my wife and you remember me, then why are you acting so cold towards me?" "I-It's because I-I still feel shy around you. I-It's been so long since w-we've been with each other, so I think that is why I can't be that intimate with you yet..." "Is that so? Then let me erase that awkwardness you feel," he suddenly whispered. "W-What?" Before I could even speak again, Sylus pulled me by my waist and claimed my lips.

He dropped a kiss on my bare arm and murmured, "Why don't you let me fix that?" Shrinking from his touch again, I stood up from the bed. Only when I stood up from the bed did it occur to me that I felt a longing. I wanted to be touched and kissed. Just not by Liam at this moment. "What's the matter?" His tone was somewhat sharp as he watched me with indignation. Maybe something's wrong with me. How could I not want my husband to touch me? "I'm just not... feeling good," I said, then went into the bathroom.

I was yet to question him about his never ending pointless excuses. At times, we could want to kiss and he would cut it short and keep off. He was never one to grab my butt when making out, he never held my hands, nothing at all to encourage more. I was getting tired and I couldn't just hold it anymore. What do I always do wrong? Why don't I affect him the way he does to me? Is he impotent? Why was he always depriving me of things I needed from him so badly? Was he afraid of something or what?

“And he’s never touched me. Not once.” The words hang there. He just stares at me, stunned. “You’ve never been intimate with him?” I shake my head. The frustration finally spills. “I want to. God, I want to. It’s driving me insane every single day. But I can’t do anything.” I sit up, turning fully toward him now. “You’re a man. Why would any man not want to touch his wife?” For a second, he doesn’t answer.

"This happens all the time. It would pass." "I love him," I told James. I noticed his expression change a little. "You should," he said coldly. "He seems to be interested in other things aside me. He treats me coldly." "Have you asked him why?" James asked. I shook my head. "I haven't thought about that." I really haven't sat down to think about it. The reason why he treated me so badly. It didn't occur to me to also ask him why. James sighed deeply. "Communication is key in every relationship. You should communicate more with your husband."

When I've made sure the guards and maids are all gone, I'll go down and find something to eat. Sebastian wouldn't mind as I haven't seen him all day. That stirred something in me. He's avoiding me or busy with work. Or just hate my presence. The last time I checked, only sex made us close. That was the only chance I got to touch my husband up close. To touch him and feel his skin around me. And even then he was drunk and disappeared the next morning. I'm condemned to this loveless marriage. It's expected. That's how things work in our world. But at one point I thought things would change.

I was supposed to have seen it by now. I pressed both hands against my flat stomach and tried to remember the last time Jeff and I had been together and it was easy to calculate because Jeff almost never touched me in our five years of marriage and the few times that I tried for him to touch me had always been met with cold and aloof attitude, he would fling my hands off him and storm off from the house then before he would step his feet in the house again might take several weeks or even months. After sometime, I stopped trying.

I backed away from the door with yet another disheartening gasp leaving my lips. Valerie's scornful words were so acrimonious to my ears. Could I not really entice my own husband? Is that why he hasn't had sex with me since we got married? I remember I made him promise me he wouldn't touch me but along the way, is there a chance that he actually lost it all and stopped admiring me? He has actually stopped being so touchy and flirty with me compared to before. Tears filled my eyes and my heart pounded so heavily that I could literally hear every beat.

"I'm waiting for you." He pressed his lips together and nodded. We started eating in a deafening silence. I want to speak, but he seems uninterested. What must I do? I know I'm at fault. He has the right to touch since he's my husband, but we're not a real couple and we had a deal. I stared at him, unable to take the silence anymore. I'm not used to this kind of treatment. I'm used to have him being playful everytime we get alone.

I leaned over, kissed him, then wrapped my fingers around his limp dick, gently stroking, hoping to wake him up properly. “What are you doing?” he muttered sleepily. “I’m just touching you, baby… playing with your cock like you used to love,” I whispered, my pussy already getting wet with anticipation. “Don’t,” he said flatly, grabbing my hand and pulling it away. “Why, honey? You used to get so hard when I played with you first thing in the morning,” I pleaded, my voice cracking with frustration. “I just don’t feel like it,” he snapped. “You never feel like it anymore!” I shot back, anger and hurt flooding me. “It’s like I’m married to a fucking monk. What the hell is wrong with you? You us