My biggest confusion is having a large chest, especially during the summer when some clothes with large collars always bring me spring. Those lascivious men are like paparazzi. Whenever I have any movement, they immediately follow me with open eyes.
That's why I dislike men. But my husband is different.
The first time we met was on my first day at the company. I was wearing my off the shoulder dress, which always perfectly set off my figure, with proud peaks bouncing up and down as I walked.
It's a bit embarrassing to say, I happened to be wearing high heels that day. That new pair of high heels killed me. Ten centimeters, I don't think it's difficult to walk on weekdays, but because it's new and a bit worn, I accidentally turned my foot when I was about to enter the office and fell down when someone helped me. I looked up and found a man wearing glasses, with a caring expression on his face.
But what quickly embarrassed me was that my chest was directly pressed against his arm because the angle of the support was not right. This discovery immediately made me blush. He seemed to notice, as if he had been scalded, and quickly let go, apologizing incessantly.
In such an apology, I laughed out. I originally wanted to get to know him well, but he hurriedly left. Looking at the background of his urgent departure, I suddenly developed a liking for this man for some reason.
Later on, I realized that he was a technical expert in our office. Normally, he was very kind and would come over to help us with any editing needs. Unlike other skilled individuals who never take the initiative to help us.
That's all, I have a growing liking for this man. He seems to have kept a certain distance from me because of that matter, which makes me very distressed.
There are also some men in the office who are starting to covet me. There are even those who come directly to pursue. But I don't pay any attention, I only focus on that person.
But what depresses me is that he has always been unwilling to have much contact with me. A few times when I had something to ask him for, he either came over for a short while and left after finishing his work. Either I can directly ask someone else to help me with it. I didn't have a chance to talk to him much. Some colleagues even thought that there was something wrong with me and him.
All of this left me at a loss, just as I was about to give up, I finally had a chance to get along with him alone.
That time, we needed to do a special project, which was particularly urgent. We need to work overtime, and the development department has sent him to work overtime with me. It made me so happy. Finally, I have the opportunity to get in touch with him.
But he remained silent throughout the entire overtime. When I went to find him, he just sent me away in a few words. I couldn't help but feel a bit discouraged. I even wondered if he really disliked me.
So when I finished work, I couldn't help but hold onto him. He was particularly surprised at the time, and I was so angry that I asked him, 'What exactly does he dislike me?'?
As a result, he shook his head in fear, and I realized that he dared not even look at me. This amused me, so I asked him, 'What are you afraid of me?'?
The head shook even harder now. I stood up and asked him, 'Why on earth are you hiding from yourself?'?
The other party remained silent... we persisted for a long time, but he just didn't want to speak. My eyes turned red with anger, I really don't know what he's thinking. Finally, I sighed and planned to leave, but he grabbed me.
I stared at him before he slowly lifted his head and hesitated to say that the reason he was doing this was because... he liked me.
This is really exciting news for me! I gave him a look of anger and said why he likes me and avoids me. He said he felt inferior and didn't think he was worthy of me. I was silent now, and he looked at me carefully. That kind of sincere look, without looking down at all, I just pouted and said to him: Actually, I also like you.
Now he's stuck. I pinched his face and said, 'It's settled, let's be together.'. Then I went home.
That's it, I turned my husband around. After socializing, he still maintains a certain distance. As I walk on the road, I jump onto his arm and hug him, causing him to blush and then slightly distance himself from my chest. Even the day before we got married, he always maintained this style.
I always thought this was because my husband is a very gentlemanly person. But what I didn't expect was that the wedding night put me in an irreversible situation
On my wedding day, although I was tired, I felt very happy. We didn't return to our new home until very late, and I knew it would be the so-called wedding night. My heart is both nervous and excited.
Feeling nervous and shy, my husband and I told him that I would take a shower first and wouldn't dare to look at him again. So, I hurriedly entered the bathroom with my clothes on.
Actually, this is my first time. I don't allow men I've dated before to touch me. That's why I'm so nervous. The wedding night I am looking forward to should be very beautiful. My husband is usually so gentle, so now tonight must be very beautiful.
It's just that I never thought that what's waiting for me is not heaven, but hell.
After washing, I came out in my pajamas and found my husband sitting in the living room. When he saw me come out, he raised his head, and his eyes seemed a bit tired and inexplicable. But he smiled lightly. I quickly urged him to take a shower and then entered the room.
Entering the room, I nervously crawled into bed. It wasn't until I heard the sound of water coming from the bathroom that I slowly took off my clothes and wrapped myself in a blanket. Waiting on your side for your husband to come back.
Soon, I heard the door open and my husband's gentle footsteps. Because it was sideways, I couldn't see what he was doing at all. All I knew was that he seemed to have opened a drawer, as if he was taking something, and just crawled into the bed.
I straightened up from the moment he got into the bed. I'm really nervous, this is my first time.
He seemed a bit nervous too, and it took him a while to come over and hug me. As soon as he hugged me, he realized that I was naked, and his hands clearly stopped. I also held my breath, he seemed to be hesitating.
After a while, he finally began to move, stroking all the way up my waist, and I followed his touch and began to pant. Until he covers my double peaks. I finally called out, and a tingling sensation spread throughout my body.
I also heard his heavy breathing sound ringing in my ears, and the hot thing behind me made me feel a bit uncomfortable, but I was both nervous and excited.
He began to knead and pinch my breasts, and his fingers crossed my sensitive nipples, causing my whole body to tremble. His breathing became heavier and he whispered in my ear, "Baby, your breasts are really sexy
I was in a daze at the time, feeling as if he was praising me, without realizing that he was praising my breasts. I was too shy to speak at the time, but he suddenly turned me over. I thought he was going to kiss me, but suddenly I noticed a shadow covering me, and my hands were pulled. Before I could understand, I was tied to the bedside, and now I completely woke up.
Shy and angry, I loudly asked him, 'What are you doing?'? But he lowered his head and kissed my lips, then bit my ears, causing me to soften in waves. I really don't have the strength to ask why. He suddenly lowered his head and gritted my nipples.
I screamed for him to let go, but he wouldn't let go, biting hard. He grabbed my other nipple with his other hand and pulled it out. I don't have any pleasure now, I just feel pain.
But he seemed like a lunatic, burying his head in my chest, licking, kissing, sucking, and even tearing. It made me feel pain and swelling again, and the initial excitement disappeared. I have been struggling, but unfortunately my strength cannot match his, and I can only be trampled on my chest by him.
He grabbed my breasts with both hands and kneaded them with various deformations. It's like getting a toy you want for a long time.
He finally let go of me. As soon as I let go of me, I bit him and hit him. He did as I had hoped, and it wasn't until he lost his strength that he hugged me and fell asleep.
This is my wedding night, and I shed tears all night.
I thought this was just my husband's rise or something, and the days that followed made me even more unhappy. Since his wedding day, although he has entered me several times, he mostly played with my breasts. When making love, he always tramples on my breasts in every way until he shoots. I have proposed divorce several times, and he has been kneeling on the ground begging me. Then my heart softened again.
As long as he doesn't have sex on weekdays, he will be obedient to me and respect my parents like his own biological parents. What I want, no matter how difficult it is, it will satisfy me. I occasionally lose my temper, and he always lets me down.
I just can't understand why my husband is so obsessed with my breasts, and even a bit pathological, just about what happened in bed. I once tried to talk to him about this matter, but at first he seemed very reserved, but when he mentioned it later, he became angry. I cried, and he came to comfort me again. Several times, I have also been feeling powerless to discuss this matter with him again.
For a period of time, the breasts became particularly painful, especially during emergencies. I went to see a doctor, who told me it was caused by inappropriate sexual activity. I cried all over my face when I came home, and my husband asked me what was wrong? I said this, but he remained silent. Then he hugged me tightly, and I began to beat him. He doesn't resist either. Crying until the end, I told him not to treat my breasts like this. He seemed to be struggling, but in the end he agreed to me.
At night, he was still very gentle and had sex with me, but halfway through it, it seemed like he couldn't control it, and he began to vigorously ravage my breasts. I am completely cold, I feel like my world has completely collapsed.
This time I didn't resist, just silently shed tears. After he climaxed, he hugged me and wanted to help me wipe my tears. I turned my head.
The next day, I firmly proposed a divorce. He still knelt on the ground and begged for my forgiveness, and I left without looking back. I cannot forgive him again, even though I am already pregnant with his flesh and blood. But I can no longer tolerate this kind of life.
The court finally issued a verdict on the day of divorce. I was wearing the dress I first met him in, just like when I first met him. He is no longer the same person as before, with a bearded face and tired and unbearable eyes.
I turned around with a smile, tears streaming down. I think I will give birth to a child in my belly and remember our beginning.