"Love?" Ry called. That's how we address each other. For the last two and a half year, when our relationship is still like the bud that's going to bloom, I loved to listen to Ry calling me with our endearment. It feels so romantic. It feels like it's my first time to fall in love. I always have the giddy feeling and it sends warmth from my heart to my whole body. It comforts me as if he's just beside me. And it makes me feel beautiful, wanted and loved.
That was before, and seemed to be long time ago. At present time, just like now, when I hear that endearment especially coming from his tongue, makes me feel like throwing up due to disgust to myself.
Pleasure. He needs someone to fvck and since he got no money to pay some bitch from a club, he would just make it with his ugly bitch of a wife, who unfortunately, is me.
"Love?" He called again. But now, he's starting to caress my shoulders. I still didn't respond so he would know that I don't want to have sex with him tonight.
To my dismay, instead of stopping, he started to kiss my neck. His hands are now travelling to my nipples. Before I could say anything, my lips were locked to his and my bra has been unhooked.
Then I thought, this game can be played by two. Let me pleasure myself as well, using my dear fvcking asshole of a husband! I shouldn't let him get his freaking deed done without me getting myself so done. Let me be a bitch then, mother fucker!
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"We need to be careful. I don't want to get pregnant. AGAIN." I told Ry with a pause and a big emphasis on the word AGAIN. It's really not because I don't want to have another baby. It's because I can't afford to have another one to suffer because I am reckless and dumb.
"If I could turn the time back, I don't want you to be the father of my kids." I want to tell him, instead I stayed quiet and imagined that I am making love with my one and only ultimate crush, Enrique Iglesias.
"Aaaaaaaaaaahhhhhh." All I could utter as I am already cumming on the top of him. That's so good! Fuck, I just did it after riding him not caring if he's hurt or what. All I care is I want to get done what should be long done. Thanks to my one and only ultimate crush, I don't have to even look at my asshole of a husband.
Say something please. Got a lot of hate already. Please have mercy. ♡
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Short StoryMarried. But love has been gone. Trust was lost. Our relationship is like a shattered glass. Broken. Into million pieces. Home? We don't have a home. We both live in a house where anger, resentment, sorrow and hate has been established. But we do se...
