Married To The One And Only

I am 32 and have been with this man for ten years, since graduating from college. He is the first man, only man. I was shy and uncomfortable with men when I went to work. I had never dated. He insisted on talking to me, asking me questions. Personal questions, even about sex. I was so embarrassed, he asked me what kind of breasts I liked (I'm female so that sounded totally wrong on all levels). He told me that women were the biggest admirers of breasts, not men. Did I agree with him. He asked me how often I thought I should have to submit to sex, daily, weekly, once a quarter. Was I against having another girl in the bed at the same time. When I got wet what did I do, did I try mind control to make it go away or did I submit to it and finger myself. What would I do if a naked girl walked into the room? Would I admire her, size her up, want to kiss her, had I ever tried pussy.

Being kissed was worse. He had a beard at the time. And his breath reminded me of my grandfather. His tongue pushed through my lips and he licked my teeth and gums until I opened my mouth. Now you are penetrated, he told me, no longer a virgin. He leaned over and told me he really wanted to fuck me, to my first. I lasted the week, and then he wanted me naked and then have sex with me. I spent the weekend losing any semblance of virginity.

I accept that I'm submissive and need a strong willed man. I quit making excuses about that a long time ago. The good news is he kept me and I wasn't just a one time thing.