There was no other explanation. She refused to open her eyes and confirm what in her heart she suspected was true. He was her husband. He made love t... her because he loved her. Because he was her husband. Because he felt he had to. He got hard and came inside of her, sure. But it was because she touched him. Because of physical stimulation. It’s a natural response. A human response. A natural physiological response. He didn’t have to find her attractive to get off. She wanted him to lust for. ' I lied. I was really a data input clerk with a fantasy tobe a poet. An English BA honours failed. My problem was my penchant for thevices. At university I was too interested in experiencing my own Xanadu thanreading about Coleridge's and seducing my own Coy Mistress than contemplatingMarvel's. I was in Rotterdam for the poetry festival. 'Interesting.' she said. 'Not really.' I replied acting nonchalantly. 'I'm a whore.' If she wanted to freak me out she was saying the right thing.I knew. After lunch, another slow, torturous journey back to the bed.“Say hello to your new best friend,” the physical therapist said. At the end of the bed was a joined series of clear plastic pipes attached to a hose. “It’s going to help you recover.”She picked up the hose and guided the end to my mouth. “Here. Blow. As long and hard as you can.”I blew until my vision blurred, my entire chest aching with the effort. A small pink plastic ball in the bottom of the first tube trembled slightly. The. The fact that she was still wearing her dress while sitting on my face made it even hotter, so I was a little disappointed when she reached down and pulled her dress off over her head.As I continued to eat her pussy, I took my hands off her thighs, unbuckled my belt, and pulled off my jeans off. She looked over her shoulder and said, "ah, you know what I want." She spun around so she was still sitting on my face and started stroking my cock again. "You should know, I've finger fucked myself.