It seems this has become my outlet lately, mainly when frustration calls.
I didn't tell my husband about my fetish for almost 8 years. I started to tell him about 4 years prior, but I was told point blank that he didn't like it. I honored that, and sex dwindled away. A month ago he decides to enlighten me of his fetish. It involves things I can't give or accept. It's being literally forced lately.
My history is awful, and I've gradually explained that there are things that will only come with time...maybe.
Anyways, yesterdays playful tickle/sex session was the last, due to things that were done to me.
So, forgive me if I'm quiet, withdrawn, not chatty, or downright cranky for a bit, while I assess and make big decisions.
I didn't tell my husband about my fetish for almost 8 years. I started to tell him about 4 years prior, but I was told point blank that he didn't like it. I honored that, and sex dwindled away. A month ago he decides to enlighten me of his fetish. It involves things I can't give or accept. It's being literally forced lately.
My history is awful, and I've gradually explained that there are things that will only come with time...maybe.
Anyways, yesterdays playful tickle/sex session was the last, due to things that were done to me.
So, forgive me if I'm quiet, withdrawn, not chatty, or downright cranky for a bit, while I assess and make big decisions.
