My name is Charlotte. I'm 21 years old. I have coppery Red Hair. I'm short. I'm talking 4'6. Legally a midget. I have sea green colored eyes. I have freckles mostly on my arms. My face too. But it's hard to see under my makeup. I am usually wearing a sundress when I'm not working. At work, I'm always wearing working jeans and a good blouse to cover myself up well. I'm a construction supervisor.
My husband is named Daryan. He's 6'1 tall. 23 years old. He is light skinned, has short brown hair and no facial hair to speak of. He makes sure to be the definition of sharp with his style of dress. He manages the company I work for.
We're in an arranged marriage which began when I was 16 and he was 18. Our ethnic community and family helped pay for couples therapy when Daryan had admitted that we don't have sex. It was a failure the first time. I ended up throwing away my virginity with the therapist. Some 19 year old jerk with a plaque for some 6 week course that told him all he needed to know to fix marriages. His name was Kurt. I'm sure I won't run into him again.
After I lost my virginity, I got curious about my husband. I found out by accident that he's actually very well endowed. If he wasn't so tall, I'd quit worrying that our sex would never work well. He might be too big down there too. But I'm sure there's many positions that could work. Again, I'm afraid of getting ripped open.
No matter what I did, it seemed Daryan had no interest in me. Our institution and family finally agreed on another therapist for us. One specializing in arranged marriages.
Dr. Thomas Wilkins was much older than our last therapist. He has a PhD in some branch of behavioral psychology and was a specialist for our cases. He was maybe 45 or 50 years old. I couldn't tell. But for sure, he was bald, wore glasses and spoke with a phlegmy voice.
"Arranged marriages are always like this. Don't be ashamed. Would you two want to start with an exercise or an activity? Sometimes going with hands on approaches lead to quicker results." Dr. Wilkins suggested.
"Let's try something hands on." I said daringly.
"I'd like to start with something slow please." Daryan said, sounding nervous as ever.
"Two different answers means we'll have to do something in between. Is that ok? Are you comfortable meeting each other half way with some low stakes activity?" Dr. Wilkins asked.
"Yes. I'm ok with that." I answered.
"Well yeah. Ok." Daryan said still sounding nervously.
"Good. That was it. That was the first activity. Seeing how eager you two would be to meet half way. You should be so proud you're even taking the chance." Dr. Wilkins cheered.
"Now, let's actually do both. Just in case." Dr. Wilkins continued.
Daryan and I looked at each other nervously.
"First exercise. Answer questions about your partner. Daryan, you first! How many chores does your wife do for you?" Dr. Wilkins set him on the spot.
"Oh.. Um.. she does laundry. She cooks and cleans. She does everything." He said then looked at me with a faint smile that vanished quickly.
"Hmm.. it's important we talk about sex. I hope that's ok with you two. It's a very important part of marriage whether arranged or otherwise." Dr. Wilkins said.
"Does Charlotte perform for you? Does she do well in your opinion? Is she too clean or naughty about it for your tastes?" Dr. Wilkins asked somehow in a not perverted way.
Daryan and I both looked at each other nervously and then away. We were both shitting bricks.
"It's great. I mean she's great." Daryan lied.
"Really now? What do you like about what she does? Is she insistent on fulfilling your needs?" Dr. Wilkins poked and prodded the answers out of us.
My face was so red. I was so hot and embarrassed. He was lying. Idiot! The church had to call him and explain we don't even look at each other.
I was so frustrated and embarrassed that I began to cry out of disbelief.
"Oh my. This is a difficult topic isn't it?" Dr. Wilkins asked.
"Go on. Comfort your wife." He instructed Daryan.
To my surprise, Daryan came over From a separate chair, sat down on the comfort couch I was sitting on and hugged me like I was a cactus. It was something.
"Hey Charlie. It's ok." Daryan said.
I raised my hand and separated myself from his awkward grasp.
"Just don't touch me right now, ok?"
I said. My frustration must be blatantly obvious by now. My face red hot and embarrassed. Tears rolling down my cheeks just made me feel more humiliated.
He lied. What was he planning on doing? Wasting our Church and family's money for our next hundred sessions making up stories?!
"I can't talk about this. I can't do this right now. Ok?" I said through my tears.
Daryan went back to the chair opposite me.
"You don't want to talk about how good your husband is at sex with you? It's nothing to be ashamed of."
Dr. Wilkins asked. He was trying, I know he really was.
My husband has a massive cock. I'm small. It doesn't work. We don't work. I wanted to scream it all. But I didn't. I inhaled a deep breath and tried to calm myself down.
"His.. penis is big. I like it." I said embarrassed. Shit! I really said that!
Daryan laughed by accident and caught himself.
"WHAT?!" I yelled at him across the room.
I stood up suddenly.
"All right, Mr. and Mrs. Prude. That's enough of that exercise. I understand. How about an activity now?" Dr. Wilkins asked.
Everything about this session feels humiliating. No way. I just want to go home. No. Not even home. Anywhere away from my husband.
"What are we going to do?" Daryan asked nervously.
"When someone gets two pet rabbits in the Midwest, they first tie them together so no matter how uncomfortable they are at first, their bodies and struggles are the same. This may facilitate bonding. It may just facilitate familiarity. But the point is, it works." Dr. Wilkins explained.
"I.. no. I don't like this." I said.
"Well, neither do the rabbits at first. But that's besides the point." Dr. Wilkins said.
"No. I'm not doing this." I said.
"Come on. We have to try something. Anything." Daryan said defensively.
Where did this new attitude of his come from? I wondered.
"Why not just hand fast? Just for a day. Our session is almost over. You can do it overnight if you'd like." Dr. Wilkins suggested.
The rest of the session the Doctor writing down notes and hoping we'd hold hands or something. But Daryan just played with his hands and I still sat embarrassed and ashamed that he lied about our sex life like that.
It was raining outside. Daryan tried stopping me.
"Hey. What was up with that?" He asked.
"What was up with YOU, jackass?! You lied to him!" I said trying not to yell.
"Well.. I mean I'm sure you're good at it." He tried to defend himself.
"Just stop Daryan. Please. Leave me alone." I said looking away.
He reached for my shoulder but I took a step back.
"Don't touch me. I'll see you at home. Where I'm just going to do your chores like a good wife. Shit." I said sounding disappointed.
"You seem so upset. Are you interested in me all of a sudden? I mean this is a two way street, you know? It takes two!" He argued.
"Oh my god Rye. We are NOT doing this right now. Please just drop it!" I yelled. I walked to my car and slammed the door. I must look like an angry wet kitten.
