Why My Pussy Is Talking To Me

Once you get to know me you realize I have a high sex drive. You can blame it on my age and my supposed sexual peak but I've always been this way. The only time in my life I tamed it down was with my husband and that was only because he refused to have sex with me public places or moving vehicles once we said, "I do." Before we said our vows he was an amazing lover. We were always ready for eachother and were constantly sneaking away for quickies or staying up all night tearing up the house with a savage romp in every room. It was frustrating being married to that man as he controlled our sex life completely. It was never spontaneous, it was never crazy, wild, sweaty, toe curling, beastly fucking. If I was too loud or tried throwing in a new position to our routine it seemed to confuse him. When I tried discussing what I considered to be issues I was made to feel like a nymphomaniac who only cared about freaky sex.

When you're used to getting it and then it's taken away you still want it. That's the way it goes. One day I came home from work to find he had beat me there and had started dinner. He looked amazing and I was instantly aroused. I wanted nothing more than to wrap my lips around his penis and taste all of him.

He said no. That was the beginning of the end for the lust he had for me. From then on it was always when he wanted it, on his terms.

I've mourned our relationship long enough. I know this because my pussy told me so.