Drowning in Love
I’ve always felt like Travis Chancer was forced to marry me.
Every time we were intimate at night, he’d rather use his hand to get me off than actually have sex with me.
I got more and more disappointed and decided to divorce him. But the night before I printed the papers, I heard him on the balcony talking to his buddies.
“Bro, I’m not trying to be nosy, but you’re obviously dying for it. Why won’t you touch her? The perfect woman is right there. It must feel amazing.”
“Women can’t stand being ignored. If you keep bottling it up, she’ll eventually run off with another man, and you’ll regret it.”
He took a quiet sip of whiskey. “But her skin is so delicate, and her waist is so slim… she