you made my rose bloom in a field of daisies (black lesbians)

chapter 1 . having sex with someone who i don't connect with

caution: this scene contains Ezra having 'sex' with her husband,Emerson—though she does not enjoy this,she lets him do it anyway for the sake of marriage and romance. Beware !!

It wasn't nothing but a measly Monday.  Simple as the wind blowing in the bed room. The curtains blowing from that breeze. That wind was now grazing upon my bare ass.

Oh that's right, I forgotten to mention. We were doing our morning love making—well trying to, anyhow. Ralph was rough when it came to me. When he grabbed my butt unexpectedly. When he gave me those horrible neck bites that gave my skin a reddish-purple tint. And kissed my lips with his thin pink pale chimp like mouth.

Never knew thin lips could be so aggressive. It was a horrible sight. We've only been dating for about two months. And all he wanted to do was have sex- and more sex. But I must call it 'Love making'. We- I mean- He, is trying for a baby but i want nothing to do with one. He would kiss me, and stroke his disgustingly large hands through my curly hair—it hurt most days like today.

I told him that I didn't like that at all! I actually didn't like anything he did. It was such a bore. Nothing was fun. I would usually coddle him like I was a mother who just gave birth to her annoying, obsessive and clingy son. But when I was wasn't mothering, I was on my knees, face pressed against a pillow.

The survice of venus didn't feel quite good at all. When I would talk to my girls about this feeling , they would look away in shame and embarrassment. It didn't make sense that we couldn't talk about things like these!
We were married, weren't we? So why? Why couldn't we boast about our sex lifes?

I'd rather have given him a bagpipe then letting him stick his third leg in my twat.

I just tried to think of something else- like what I would have for breakfast this morning. Eggs with that fresh bacon! It was so delicious, It made my mouth just water thinking about it.

I suddenly began to hear groaning from my male counterpart.

He must be close.

"Oh Ezra" I heard him scream, the bed continued to shake, and so did his body. I gaze up at the mirror infront of our bed. I could see what he was doing, as well as his face expression. It was odd. It looked like he had to sneeze. He seemed so pretty, but so ugly. I couldn't describe it.

I loved Ralph, I did ! But not in that way. He was a friend more than anything. Maybe this is normal between newlyweds? I blame my mother for forcing me to marry this man.

The day before our wedding, she would go on and on about Emerson. She wanted everything to be perfect for him!

Mother, if you care that much then maybe you should marry him! Maybe you should let him kiss you like he's trying to look for a stolen treasure.

This was truly embarrassing, but I had to seem like I was enjoying it.

I arch my head back and begin to moan. It was obviously fake, but men wouldn't know the difference. I arch my ass up higher in the air and let it fall back on his shaft once and then. He seemed to enjoy this, because he gripped my waist, forcing me to go back into him countless of times.

I felt pressure, but that was all.

In that moment, I felt that familiar liquid enter inside of me. It felt so disgusting. I hate this so much that I could just die.

Ralph gasps out, his blue eyes rolling in the back of his head. It was quite a funny sight, but I knew I couldn't laugh. Not yet.

The red haired man falls beside me. He looks across from me, quite satisfied.

He was ass naked, and his shaft was left un-clothed.

"Um- Did you finish?" he asked politely. I quickly nodded my head, smiling to make it seem believable.

"I loved it, dear" I wanted to punch him in his pale face. I wasn't into it not one bit.  I wanted to scream at the top of my lungs. Or tell him about the female body !! but knew it would be quite un lady like. It was inappropriate for a woman to give pointers to a man.

I sat up and let my feet hit the ivory floor boards. I walked over to the mirror that I was just staring in and and admired my naked body. From the thighs to my nipples. I knew I was beautiful. Emerson just stared at me admiring myself in the mirror. I didn't know why but I loved and hated his eyes watching me. The idea of a man wanting me was amazing, but everything else...

Okay! Enough staring! I say to myself. I had to leave quickly! I went to my closet and began to pull out my black stockings and my brown leg garters. This happened very often—me leaving in a hurry. But could you blame me? I didn't like this man at all. And he had morning breath.

"Heading over to Mindys?" He asked me.

"Yes, Dear, I told her I would be there half past nine". It was actually half past 10 but I didn't want to say with him for another second. Dating Emerson wasn't a complete waste. I could get things out of it. Like for example: clothing. I would usually beg my mother for these expensive dresses, but now that I am Mrs. McLachlan It's expected for me to receive these things.

I took my white corset from the dresser and wrapped it around my waist. Why must I wear such a thing anyway? If I do say, I look beautiful without this restrictive thing. But it must be done. After I meet with Mindys, I must see my mother. The idea of that that women blabbering gave my head such an ache.