What a waste – ten fucking years. Don’t get me wrong, in the beginning, the sex was animalistic, the way he took me, my body, my cunt, my mind, and the hair-pulling was electric. I loved being his slut – he owned me. The pounding I received regularly was second to none. Sexual exhaustion was commonplace and believe me I had the stamina for it. Then the sex became superb, then brilliant, then good…Ten years is all it took to become non-existent.This is why, for the last four years, I have laid in bed at night and masturbated myself to sleep. His incessant snoring keeps me company while my cunt explodes on my fingers and dildos. My body exercises all restraint possible in keeping the noise to a minimum.Mornings are the same. I smile when he leaves to go to work, not because I love him, but because I can get to work on my cunt. I should have a long line of fuck-buddies willing to take my ass, but I’m a good girl. As soon as he closes the door, my nipples are out of my dressing gown and my fingers flick at them until they are erect. My pussy leaks and aches from the thought of doing it. My ass is halfway onto the kitchen table by the time my fingers find my juicy cunt. Being in the zone is all that matters. It seems that I love and live for orgasms.I’ve nearly been caught a few times when he forgot his briefcase or important documents. Those moments always made me giggle because he had no idea what I was doing trying to cover myself up.I know that tonight, after our meal and a few hours of watching television, he will be off to bed and I will be entertaining thoughts of how I’ll be getting off.But, as the saying goes, Afyon Escort enough is enough. It’s the thirteenth of February and to be honest, there have been more ‘last straws’ than I care to remember. It ends tonight…ooOooIt was close, there was a tender moment when we first got into bed. A few kisses and caresses. I thought I was going to be lucky, but when I touched his cock there was nothing there to speak of. Soon after, he had rolled over and was asleep, leaving me staring at the ceiling, my mind full of lustful thoughts with my body feeding off them.It wasn’t until I heard the familiar sounds of snoring that I let my hand wander over my body. A few minor gasps left my mouth as my fingers teased my nipples to hardness. I love playing with them. I’ll sit for ages and just flick them, the signals feed my throbbing cunt and I have climaxed just by playing with them.It won’t take me long tonight because I know what’s going to happen.Sliding my hand down my body I can feel her with me. Eight weeks of pent-up memories surface, three weeks of coffee mornings, two further weeks of mild flirting and suggestive sex talk, and three weeks of debauchery. They have been the longest three weeks of my life. All I can see – is her.My body jerks to my finger entering my cunt. No finesse, straight in, up to the knuckle. A few wiggles before a second one joins it for a methodical stroke. I feel so reserved in my actions compared to her.Sabrina. I almost call out her name. If these were her fingers, I’d have come twice already. She’s a needy, dirty bastard that just ploughs in and takes what she wants. No Afyon Escort Bayan excuses.I can feel myself building up to my first orgasm. One hand tweaking my nipple while the other fucks my cunt tenderly. My mind, searching for that one scene of her that I need to playback and convert these feelings.My eyes are closed as tight as a virgin’s cunt, denying light any entry apart from the sparks of white and red that my brain generates all on its own. The concentration on my face is a mix of lust, memories, and trying to make something rude from the sparkling patterns behind my eyelids. My body and the bed are both on the verge of shaking, but still, he lay snoring, next to me.I roll over. Leaving my nipples to the mercy of the bedclothes. I breathe heavily into the pillow. My hand shoots down to my clit and my fingers are hard at work.And there it is, the one memory that I need, the one of her pulling me back to the edge of this bed, my marital bed, placing me on all fours, spreading my ass cheeks with her hand. Her words filtered and fed my orgasm. I can hear her say the words quite clearly.“I’m going to own you, bitch.”Oh yes, those words, followed by her actions. I couldn’t believe she rimmed me on our first date. I couldn’t believe I took her home and let her get that far, but I was stunned into needy helplessness. She shocked me to my very core on that first date.Her tongue lapped at my cunt and tiny star until I felt it insert itself into my little hole. I remember dying and going to heaven. The fingers of her hand strummed my pussy lips, shaking them from side to side before delving Escort Afyon right on in there. The slimness of her hand disappeared into my juicy cunt. Her eagerness astounded me. Yet, she just kept me on the edge the whole time, not letting me fall.Her tongue just pushed in and out of my ass. That’s it, that’s the image I need while my busy fingers circle my clitty.Pillows are a godsend, they absorb every whimper, every moan and groan, every cry and scream, and even all the sobbing I’ve done over the years. My body convulses with memories of her playing me over and over until I can take no more. I cum hard next to him, with thoughts of her tongue inside me. How he never wakes, is beyond me.I eventually roll on my side and cup my breast.Is one enough? Should I go for a second?I let a finger caress my star but it’s nothing like her tongue. Nothing like it at all.I curl up into a satisfied ball at the thought of her next to me and fall asleep thinking of how her tongue is ten times better than my husband’s cock.ooOooSix o’clock in the morning, in a cold and foreboding place, is somewhat unwelcoming. He lies next to me, but all I can think of is her. All his past demeanours suddenly appear in vivid colours in front of me. His uncaring manner, lack of social skills, and inability to help with the basic household chores. Why the fuck did I marry him? I even forgave him when he fucked my best friend one drunken New Year’s eve. He had been gone a long time when I found him in the loo close to midnight. They hadn’t even locked the door. All I saw was her naked ass bouncing on his cock on the toilet seat. I lost a good friend that night, though she still doesn’t know why.Disappointment on the human heart is like a dripping tap. It’s relentless, and eventually, it will wear away even granite. I cannot explain why mine has lasted so long. I feel that he’s sucked the life out of me.