I just had sex. And it was amazing. There was no WE BETTER MAKE A MOTHER FUCKIN BABY!!!!!!!!!!! or checking the calendar to make sure I was ovulating and it definitely wasn’t a pain stacking process where we just go through the motions. No my dear friends, it was leg shaking, toes curling, grabbing the edge of the bed, body completely bending, dirty, disgraceful, probably illegal sex.
As you assholes know we are trying to make a spawn. and it hasn’t been happening as easy for us as it is for anyone on prom night.It’s taken a toll on us individually and as a couple, with high expectations during each encounter, I will admit there was no spark. We use to fuck like bunnies, but after all those miscarriages and falling dangerously ill, my life partner no longer looked at me as his little nympho but as a delicate piece of glass.
Now let me describe something for you, my husband is 6’1, 240 pounds and solid as a rock. I swear I get revved up just looking at his muscle. He is also well endowed…. think BIG SIZE monster cans. (and yes I have called into work because I could not walk and had almost no voice)
So when I have someone that hot, and packing that much heat and me being as crazy as I am, well I am expecting a trip to the er when we get done. But no not my prisoner. He’s slow, dedicated, definitely goes the distance. His focus is all about me and making sure I ALWAYS hit the finish line first. He’s the total glorious package. Did I mention hes a freak? Oh sweet baby jesus the things we do……
But I digress, our 3 times a day fuck fest turned to 3 times a week, then once a week, to now maybe every month or so. With the PCOS and lupus, I gained weight, my joints constantly hurt, my hair was falling out in clumps, I had a kidney infection every other week, and I had lesion all across my skin. I was extremely tired 24/7, and usually in the hospital for fluids and meds. I looked at myself and thought I wouldn’t even touch me so why would I even expect or wish he would. As I got sicker I became more angry and more withdrawn. When we did have sex we could literally hear my joints popping and popping. When I had seizure during sex thats when all fuckery was wiped from the table. I caught him masturbating more, looking at chat sites. I didnt even blame him.
but one day he went to work and kissed me goodbye, and I got out of bed. Slowly of course and cursing everyone in the world. I then took a few massive hits, and did the unthinkable. I took a shower, by myself. Lemme tell you nothing feels as good as being independent again. I washed my hair, brushed my teeth, and then I went for the gold. I did my hair and makeup. Yes I know I’m amazing. I even put on my spanx. I threw on a cute little dress, and when he walked through the door it was on.
for like a second. He spun me around and bent me over hard and I got a sudden ungodly pain in my stomach that sent me to the ground. I apparently had two hernias that I knew nothing about and that was the straw that broke their back. I laid on my back gripping my stomach tears pouring down my face, and he LITERALLY CUT MY SPANX to see this GIANT MOTHERFUCKING COCKSUCKING SON OF A BITCH LUMP
the size of a goddamn softball on top of my belly button. well date night is obviously over and he picks me up and rushes me to the e.r the entire time apologizing to me. we get to the hospital and 10 hours later I am scheduled for surgery in two weeks and on strict bed rest. My husband has not since then touched me and it has been 4 FUCKING MONTHS.
but that all changed today! And lemme tell you. I had a big ball of fuzzy frizzy hair that i definitely needed to wash piled on top of my head, and was wearing my black leggings, and a black t shirt. Yup that was oh so sexy outfit. We had just gotten back from the store and I decided fuck it I own him I can kiss him when I want to. Somehow what was suppose to be a brief quick kiss ended up him being pushed up against a wall, and me ripping his clothes off. and boys and girls we were off to the races.
If anyone can tell you PCOS AND LUPUS make you feel like the most unattractive blob in the world and they hit you where it hurts. For months I have been dealing with depression and self deprecating thoughts because for us sex is how we connect. Its how we heal after a fight, and become close again. Its how we say I love you and those diseases strip you of it in some bullshit way. But assholes I got my grove back.
So yes I am typing this with a big ass grin on my face, some dried up love goo still on my face (hahaha money shots) and the inability to walk or talk (sorry neighbors) but lemme tell you this I didn’t let my diseases beat me or take my marriage down with it. My husband still tells me I look beautiful and kisses me even when I am less than desirable. and afterward we cuddled and talked baby names over takeout.
I aim to please
L.B