Novel & Cerita The Marriage Bed

He locked it with a loud click. He threw me onto the massive king-sized bed like a ragdoll. I bounced on the expensive mattress, the same bed my mother slept in every single night. I laid there for a moment, breathing heavily, and let my eyes scan the room. It was so fucking boring. Neatly organized documents and files stacked on the dresser, a few business books on the nightstand, minimalist decor. There was nothing that screamed “marital passion” — no lingerie on the floor, no lingering scent of morning sex, no half-empty bottle of lube left out. Nothing.

she mentioned, and put her arms across her chest like she will not let him control her no matter what happens. "And what is that?" he asked, and put his both hands on his waist like he is ready to argue with her. "We will not sleep in one bed and I am allowed to flirt around with whoever I want," she announced without a doubt and give herself some freedom. His upper lip twitched because of what she said making him clench his jaw too. "No," he answered, and took a step forward to intimidate her again. "You are married to me. I am expecting fidelity from you to this relationship," he announced authoritatively.

I started, I needed to know what exactly I was getting into concerning the marriage bed and my mother was probably the best person to answer it. "Ask away darling, what is it?" "Could you tell me more about the marriage bed?" I said blushing to the roots of my hair. My mother's hands stilled on the material she was touching for some seconds before she turned and sighed. "I guess now is a good time as any. The marriage bed is meant solely for procreation and the absolute pleasure of your husband. You are to do whatever he tells you to do and whenever even if it doesn't agree with you. The only time

>>>>>What was it you saw?>>>>>> Second time. Smiling sheepishly, I wake up with the knowledge that it’s the second time Dima and I have shared a bed together, spend the night together. Hearing the chirping of the birds from my window, I get up from the bed, feeling uncharacteristically happy and vigorous. Is this how marriage is? Waking up all morning next to the man who stole your heart? Hmm…if marriage is all bed of Roses, then I can’t wait to get married someday. To the man that stole all my first.

Such was in the case of Alexa and John. Alexa sat alone in her bedroom, surrounded by the remnants of her marriage. The wedding photos that once adorned the walls now lay scattered on the floor. The sheets on the bed were crumpled and stained with tears. Everything in the room seemed to be a reminder of the love that she had lost.

Curious despite himself, he asked “Proof of what?” “Of my sterility,” announced Rachel firmly. Jake felt shocked. “You’re sterile?” “No! It’s part of the plan. See, what was the motive behind our marriage in the first place? A heir. A when Devin finds out that there’s no question of producing a heir, the marriage does not stand. Ditto,” she finished, snapping her fingers in a concluding way to emphasize her point.

I felt a little embarrassed thinking how he read my mind. "I hope you won't mind if I sleep here with you?" I snapped my head at him in pure shock. “I can't go to another room. And I can't sleep on the couch in this state. Can't we share a bed?” He suggested and I raised my eyebrows at him. "Really, Mr. Allister! Are you forgetting the deal between us?" My fear ran away and rage filled my body hearing his words. “This marriage is a fake. We are just husband and wife in papers. How did you expect me to share a bed with you?” I said in one go and Sebastian looked stunned with his mouth slightly open.

Mark grinned. "You always notice that your darling is handsome." He wrapped his arms around her and snaked his arms around her. The bed that they broke has no legs anymore. He removed the legs of the bed so it wouldn't matter to them. Allison scoops his face and then caress his growing beards. "Alli, let's get married, as soon as possible.”

Tangled together in my bed, the navy blue sheets I'd bought stark against their skin. It didn’t take long for me to see that this was our bedroom. The same room Jaime and I had been sleeping in for years. The same room where we’d consummated our marriage. But now… My throat clogged as I watched Jaime’s hands roamed her body and Laura moaned in return. My stomach twisted as I watched my husband and his ex-wife have sex on our matrimonial bed. The phone slipped from my fingers and hit the ground. I stumbles to the nearest trash can and throw up, my entire body heaving.