And he's off to the couch again.
We'd been living together a little over 4 months and he already preferred the couch over sleeping beside me in a cozy bed. He was the first and only man I'd ever slept with, and somehow he no longer desired me. I'd prepare meals naked, he'd eat alright...just not me. I'd attempt to massage him to set the mood and he'd instantly fall asleep.
What in the hell is it about me?!
I stood in the mirror one day while home alone and cried my heart away. "He's cheating on me," I whispered to myself as I continued to whimper. Hell, it wouldn't be the first time. But I thought he'd grown past that now that I gave up my virginity and all.
Night fell, and again he went to the couch. Oh, please know that if he had gotten in that bed I would've backed my phat ass up on him, lol.
I'm a light sleeper so I heard him when he woke up. Our bedroom was attached to the main bathroom and I heard him start the shower. The curtains screeched as he pulled them back and there was the creaking of the tub floor as he stepped in. Now, he never takes long showers and this shower was becoming particularly long so I decided to walk in and check in on him. Walking in, I pulled the curtain to ask "you okay" but the words never got a chance to escape my mouth. I pulled the curtain to find him with his phone in one hand and meat in another about to cum to animated Marge Simpson.
"ARE YOU FUCKING SERIOUS?!!!"
I slowly did a 180 turn, slumped over, and then returned to a squat with my hands clapping in disgust. All this access to my wet pussy and you prefer Marge fuckin' Simpson and your wet hand?!!! I lost all cool. Went from zero to a hundred real quick! Slinging back the curtains, I just looked at him and screamed to the top of my lungs before pushing him. He seemed startled, but not phased at all. He knew I wouldn't hit him. So as he looked at me with tears streaming from my face, he grabbed his towel, dried off, and went to work.
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