Remember coming over to my apartment when I first moved on my own? I was nervous and scared even though I had a roommate so you came to spend the night. I warmed up those frozen precooked chicken breasts in the oven.
I remember that game if hangman we played. I knew the message the moment you wrote the blank spaces. We went to the bedroom and the passion I felt that night just like every night before and every time after was explosive. I thought the passion and excitement would never end.
I see the same level of passion when you play with our son now. While the fact that you are a terrific dad makes me smile, it also saddens me because it feels like there no room for me. You say that you love me and you want me to stay, but the loneliness is overbearing.
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So I have to ask why? Do you even remember me? I long for that burning desire we once had.
Where you would pull my hips close to yours. The look in your eyes as you would bite your lower lip, with me straddling you, and you grabbing my hips to thrust deeper inside. Our bodies in sync with the music blaring out of the car speakers. I still remember every song played those nights in the mountains, and as I hear the song play I drift into my memory of that burning desire.
I hope to feel that again someday.
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As I lie in bed I wonder, is it me? What did I do? Every time I try to have a conversation about what happened to our intimacy I get that look.
Violate me! Treat me like a mistress and not a wife or mother. I can only throw myself at him and get rejected so much. My fantasies are my sex life now. My relationship with myself or my bathtub faucet is my only release.
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Women are made to feel that their sex appeal is an important role in society. I have never believed in withholding sex. Not once have I ever turned it down when my husband wants it. In fact it becomes embarrassing and insulting when getting rejected night after night. This article make me feel just a bit less lonely.
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