Obla-di obla-da....

Obla-di obla-da....
Sep 7, 2008 5:08 pm
...life goes on...And it did. Life with the Meteor was mostly uneventful, with periods of rage, expressed by him. I should have been wise enough to leave, but I was so invested in having a successful marriage, and too proud to admit that I had made a mistake by marrying him. We settled in to life together, living more as roommates, than husband and wife. Everyday, for months I would ask, hint, beg, plead, seduce, whatever, to no avail. He didn't want me that way. I'd beat myself up, thinking if only I were thinner, prettier, had bigger boobs, smaller boobs, a tighter pussy, a juicier ass, a more talented tongue, whatever. Nothing ever worked. I tired talking about it, bringing it up, it only made him angry. So, I masturbated. A LOT! I burned out the motors of many, many vibes, so much that I figured out how to rig 'em so I didn't have to go out and buy a new one every time the motor burned out. Hell sometimes I didn't even turn it on at all. I fucked myself, at the height of my masturbation addiction, 25 times a day. I did it when he was there.... when he wasn't there... even while he was laying in bed next to me, asleep. Nothing could get him to be interested in having sex with his wife. Why? Because he was too busy screwing around outside the home.