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Thirty-One Days A Bitch: Chapter 1

Date: 4/26/2015, Categories: Fiction, Anal, Authoritarian, BDSM, Wife, Young, Author: Liv Beornwulf, Rating: 71.4, Source: sexstories.com

will fuck and hump you up, Daisy. As you can easily make out, I am all joking aside exhausted and spent to well-nigh death. Get a sweetened and delightful sleep, will you, baby?” Is that all that he has to voice out to me? That is so ugly and unpleasant of him. I watch him get up on his feet and pace to the other side of the bed before undressing utterly naked and then at full speed inching and writhing his way straight into bed. He afterwards places his head down on the pillow guiltlessly and bars shut his eyes to nap and slumber noiselessly. I am quite taken aback and bewildered with all of this. What does this all precisely symbolize? That he does not even have a small piece or scrap of time for me, right? Well—DAMN HIM! I squirm and worm my way into bed after him and gaze at him irately and angrily before finally flicking off the lights and tossing myself down right besides him. I should get some enjoyable and divine sleep. He won’t touch or kiss me tonight, or fuck or bang me up like he is keen on doing with dissimilar women out there. Who knows? He might have so many bitches and wives and I might just be well, his fiftieth one. It all comes to happen by coincidence, or maybe it is not a stroke of bad luck actually. I jolt and jounce against his bare, soft buttocks with mine own and briskly drift away from him. He comes after me once again and slaps and bashes his ass right against mine. It makes me irate and wrathful by some means, considering the truth that he won’t ... be having sex with me tonight, but I act and work out nothing against this. Next, he shifts and budges himself the other way round so he can look and face my back. I feel his thighs quietly and leniently brush and graze their way against mine, and then his hand lastly making a steadied movement towards my chest so that it is placed and lied right on my unsuspecting breast. I am amazed—I am startled and astonished, but I do nothing still. This is his home besides, and he enacts the rules here while I only bow and submit myself to them. I will let him do and conduct himself like he feels like—honestly! I must sleep………I must dream……….I must fall asleep! Gracing and beautifying this new house of ours is much of a work as it obviously seems like. Not only this. It is highly-priced and splendid too, but I am intent and strong-willed on making my thirty-one day stay in this house as most satisfying and gratifying as I can best make it. Preston wouldn’t care about me paying out a few good couple bucks on the ornamentation and beautification of his home. Of course! I could smoothly hire someone to organize the sweat and toil for me, but I would rather work it all out myself then. This way, I won’t disburse and shell out all that much money candidly.t touch or kiss me tonight, or fuck or bang me up like he is keen on doing with dissimilar women out there. Who knows? He might have so many bitches and wives and I might just be well, his fiftieth one. It all comes to happen by coincidence, ...