I bask in your respect
admire the flowers you buy
giggle at the itchy lace
and waxy chocolate once
a year in February
my heart thumps when
you load the dishwasher
or take the kids for pizza
so that I can bubble
and pretend still single
we fight about money
who doesn’t do that
however you’ve taught me
—and our daughters—
that our actual strength
is between our ears
—not our legs—
and feminism isn’t a
curse word or weapon
I know we’re tired
and weekly sex is fine
yet sometimes it’s
necessary for you…
…to grab my throat
call me slut, throw
me on the bed, pin
me down, take my
wrists in your strong
calloused palms and
molest my curves
when I struggle and
whine, flip me like
a pancake and spank
my ass until I cry,
not only in pain,
pleasure is too tame
for what I feel when
you fist my thong,
rip it clean off,
the scorching heat
in my cunt
—I said it—
cunt, weeping for
your thick cock, yes,
we make love, it’s
wonderful, but what
I want sometimes
is a good fucking,
hard, deep, fast,
make it hurt, treat
me with rough contempt
when you yank my
head back and use
me like your private
whore, not a beloved
wife…
…you don’t even
have to pay me, just
finish by reaming my
ass and spraying your
hot sperm on my back
Spank Me Hard! ... Please? 
I enjoy reading that thank you. It covered the whole spectrum of the relationship
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Thank you for reading. 🙂
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I enjoyed reading this, feeling the different layers… sometimes love, sometimes frustration, sometimes lust… well written!
Rebel xox
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Thank you Rebel. Appreciate the prompts. Gets my juices flowing.
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Hot! Hot! Hot!
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Thank you. 🙂
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Ummm…yea…my mental is overwhelemed and other body parts i cant speak for them right now…i felt like i was there damn this awsome!!!!
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Thank ye kindly for your comment. It’s important that body parts don’t atrophy due to non-speaking, so let them roar. 😉
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