He has wrote me poems, planned a holiday to India and planted a commitment tree in the garden. I don't doubt that he's sorry.But he still has to sleep...in the spare room while I work on coming to a decision on our future.A big part of me wants to leave him as I understand our marriage will never be the same. Our love has lost its innocence. The wounds of betrayal still fester under the band-aides of hope and forgiveness.There is no point in hiding it, I want revenge. And I want it bad. I want to. “Joe, please no. I am sorry, but I am not ready for this. Can we just take this slow?” Joy begged. Stopping for a second, he asked, “Baby, do you trust me? I will not hurt you. I want to see what is mine now. We are not going to go any further than that.” “Joe,” she whispered, doubt seeping into her voice. “I promise, baby,” Joe replied as he gently pushed her back on to her bed then knelt down and began to pull her shorts towards her ankles. Joe inhaled her musky aroma as he knelt in. You wanted thrills… passion… excitement. You also wanted to fulfill your fantasies. Childhood fantasies of being hypnotized like people you saw on television. Teenage visions of wild sex, of being controlled and commanded, becoming the young girl who made herself a wiling sex slave. Adult dreams of exploring BDSM, once you learned what BDSM was, of being tied up and used for someone else’s pleasure. But dreams and fantasies weren’t enough for you. You had to go past that and make it real. So. "Just suck it. Use your mouth. You don't need your hands." She had tried the best she could, but although he was about my length, he had been much thicker around. She had worked her mouth over the bulging crown and gotten it to the back of her throat and had started working her tongue and lips when, suddenly, he had tensed and actually started coming! She hadn't expected it so soon, had gagged, and a lot of it had dribbled from the corner of her stretched lips. (I had noticed some suspicious.