I whisper, “that headache you have…”
“stress”
“its a scientific fact that an orgasm can alleviate that”
“pervert”
“when I’m eating your pussy you don’t think so.”
“hate it when you talk like that”
“i want to fuck you until fucking goes out of style”
“stop talking like that”
“you dont like the way i fuck you?”
“dont talk to me like im a slut. im not a whore.”
“when i take you from the back and you can hear my balls slapping against you ass?”
she stares me down. defiant. i lick my lips like i have her ass in my hands and im feasting on her clitoris, or like im on my back with her kneeling over my face. my tongue moving in and out of her vagina, tracing the edges of her goodness. my wife frowns, but her eyes tighten.
talking dirty makes her uneasy. but i want to believe it excites her at the same time. there are a lot of things i want to believe that at the end of the day i know will never be true.
