In bed on my laptop, supposedly alone (so I thought) when I hear this loud rustling from under the bed. Look under to find Ollie casually sitting in a nest he has made out of an empty dvd-player box looking very pleased with himself.
I got up the courage to tell Andy a few weeks ago that I need it more often (personally I could go every other day if not more) which was really nerve-wracking for me to do and for a little while he took it on board.
But now, it’s been 16 days. SIXTEEN!
He hasn’t even tried.
What the fuck.
I’m sick of always being the one to initiate. It would be nice to feel wanted and desirable once in a while.
And just quietly, I’m sick of always giving head and getting nothing in return. We’ve been together for a year and he’s only gone down on me once. I’m now embarrassed to ask, the last time I did he said no but if I wanted to I could give him head instead. Seriously? Plus I only ever ask when I’m freshly waxed. It really is not that scary down there. I promise.
And lately, what’s with him getting to finish and that’s the end of it? Don’t you think I should be able to as well? Sex is a mutual thing, I’m not just an object for him to get off on and roll over.
“A photograph never grows old. You and I change, people change all through the months and years but a photograph always remains the same. How nice to look at a photograph of mother or father taken many years ago. You see them as you remember them. But as people live on, they change completely. That is why I think a photograph can be kind.”—Albert Einstein (via kingsrow)