I know I'm not a thick madam or a skinny person. I'm the average weight that's in the middle. and I'm perfectly fine with that. I love my body and everything about it. imperfections and all.
But then when my husband decided he was going to lift me up and he grunted as if he was struggling that's when I put a stop to that ever happening again.
Ezzy and I were playing around being the weirdos that we are when the next thing I know he's lifting me up off my feet and grunting.
"Nope.. uh uh put me down please," I say
he sits me down and looks at me confused.
"Why did you want me to put you down?" he asked
"I heard you grunting when he lifted me up," I replied
"I grunt sometimes even with lightweight shit" he says
"gee thx for calling me fat, "I said before walking off.
"No, I didn't call you fat baby. I was telling you I always do that despite what I lift" he tries to clean up his fuck up.
"just don't lift me up anymore ok. I don't want you to strain yourself or injure yourself. " I tell him before I fully walked off.
he rushed up and grabbed my arm and pulled me back making me stumble into his arms.
"I am sorry for making you think I have a hard time lifting you up or that I can't do it without getting hurt or straining something," he says
"I love how I look. I love my imperfections. but hearing you making that sound when you lift me makes me never want to be lifted up ever again" I tell him
"Baby, please. you arent heavy. you are fucking sexy and so damn beautiful. Me encanta cómo te ves " he says
"Be honest with me," I say to him
"Of course," he says
"Why did you grunt when lifting me but every other time you do it with no grunting?" I asked
"the grunting sound that I made wasn't the grunt of lifting something heavy baby," He says
"you don't grunt when you're hard," I tell him
"no you're right I don't. But I grunt when want fucking ravish your beautiful ass," he says
I just looked at him.
" Trust me I can lift you up with no problem. the grunt was just cause I wanted to toss your ass on the bed rip your clothes off. and devour you as if you're mi presa" he says
"why do you have to go off in Spanish on me when I'm upset with you knowing good damn well how your native tongue makes me fucking soaked?" I asked
he smirks before lifting me up and taking off to our room.
where he done just as he said he wanted to do.
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Me encanta cómo te ves - I love how you look
mi presa- my prey
( a/n (READ THIS PLZ)) THERE WILL BE somnophilia IN THIS STORY.))))
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