I once remember a day when I had it all, the girlfriend who had it all. The sex was awesome, even though it turns out she only fucked for my enjoyment. After two breakups on her part, I had come to realize that we were not emotionally connected. I left her and we didn't get back together again. I had cravings for sex nearly every day. At times, the cravings would be so bad that they completely immobilized me.
I have come to realize that a relationship is built upon a foundation of loving trust, a true emotional connection. Would I have sex with her again? Yes, I still love her. Some people suggested that I should have gotten a hooker but I don't want sex with a hooker. With a hooker, there would've been no emotional connection, no love. I wouldn't have wanted their body or anything else they could've given me. I held my ground.
Fast-forward five years. I have built a house on my mother's land which we purchased from my father. My girlfriend and I live together in my home. From day one we have read each other like books and I still can't figure out how! We have been encouraged to get married but we're devoted to one another and don't think marriage is necessary at this point.
Today is Wednesday, July 12, 2023. Self-driving cars are here, but I don't trust them, so I still drive with two hands and two feet. Yes, I still drive my classic truck which has a stick shift and I love it! Currently, I am driving home from my dream job, or at least, what was. I've known my boss is retiring for about a year. What I found out today, contrary to her vision, and traffic numbers through our office is that the organization has decided to cut positions. Last hired, first out. They are cutting three of us - myself, Kassie, and Nadine.
As I am nearing home I am wondering how I am supposed to tell my girlfriend that my position is being terminated. I pull into the garage and slam the truck in park. I sit with my head in my hands for about ten minutes before getting the urge to go upstairs.
I head up to our living room. It's a modest setup consisting of a TV set, two armchairs, and a couch. I immediately smell hamburger cooking. Somehow she knew it was one of my worst days since we met.
I enter our mostly antiquated kitchen. There is a stove, coffee maker, dishwasher and a sink. My face falls upon entering. She's wearing an apron with thong and tight yoga pants. She sees me and grins. I do not return the smile. She sticks her tongue out at me, moves it up and down a few times, and then makes a huge deal about closing her mouth and swallowing. My mood immediately lifts, but not as much as it normally would've after being informed I have a three-course meal consisting of a hamburger, dessert, and sex coming up.
"What's wrong?" she asked.
I said nothing. She stuck a knife in the burgers to check them, grinned, and spit in the pan. God, I love her! She killed the stove and came and sat on my lap.
She frowned. "You're still limp," she kissed me hard, "What's wrong?"
I sighed. "What do you think is wrong?" I asked.
"I don't know," she said, "but you look worse than the day my father told you that you had turned me into a completely senseless sex toy."
I laughed recalling the day. She had responded nicely to the accusation. After being demonized, I left the table and walked into the kitchen. I heard plates smashing and she shouted, "I may be your baby girl but I'm his princess, and he treats me like a queen! Have you ever seen me complain about him? Go fuck mom and maybe you'll understand!"
Her mother chimed in, "Yeah Rodger, fuck me, it's been ten years!"
I heard more plates smashing and saw dinner guests evacuating the house. She came into the kitchen laughing so much she was crying. I did not look amused. She was still laughing when she said, "Mom and dad are on the dinner table."
I looked at her blankly and said, "What the hell?"
She said, "They'll thank us later..."
They did too. They said they'd never had a happier marriage than after that night.
I digress, getting back to the present. I recounted the day and the news about the cuts they were making at work. She looked sad more than upset.
I said, "I think I'm losing the best job I'll ever have."
She looked at me and said, "You said that about your ex too, but now look at you, you fucking pervert!"
That got me immediately hard. She knew it too and grinned. "What, princess got your balls?" she asked.
I grinned and pulled her in and we kissed. When she pulled away, I tried to pull her back again, but she bit my lip and said, "Hamburger first..."
She stood. I wailed her yoga pant clad ass. She whirled around and pointed a finger at me, "Hamburger or no playtime, got it?"
"Yes my princess," I replied. We both grinned. God, I love her!
When dinner was done she told me to get cleaned up for bed. "What about the dishes, sexy?" I asked. We usually wash them together and don't use the dishwasher often at all.
"I'll get them, you get in the shower," she said.
I gave her a dejected look. She glared at me "SHOWER!" she screeched, "or no dessert!" I went to get ready.
As is usual for me, I procrastinate getting into the shower. Even with the threat over my head that I'll receive no dessert if I don't get clean I still don't get in. Finally, lamenting my catastrophe of a day, I turn on the water and stand there naked. I don't hate showering. It's that I am so thin that when I get out I freeze before I even have time to get dressed.
I hear cupboards opening and closing. It's been about 15 minutes. I'm still contemplating whether I'd rather stay warm and miss dessert and sex, or obey my girl and shower.
My question is answered for me when I feel warm arms wrap around my stomach, breasts press into my back, and thighs grind into my ass.
"You've already lost dessert tonight but that doesn't mean you can't have your dessert for breakfast," she said, "Do you want me to shower with you?"
I turned my head around and smiled at her. "Yes," I said.
I went to pull her pants off but she backed away and wagged her finger at me. "You don't get my pussy or my ass because you've been a naughty boy," she said, "My tits are all you'll get tonight."
She was right, I had been naughty. We got in the shower together, me naked, and her bare-chested panty-clad ass.