Spoil Him.

Spoil Him.

Once upon a time, I was an arrogant, self-centered brat who believed my husband was lucky to even be sharing the same air I breathed. I was beautiful, men flocked to me, and he should have thanked his lucky stars I chose him. I’m not even sure why he stayed with me, to be honest. I guess the old fashioned saying “Marriage is hard. If something is broken, fix it. Don’t throw it away” really worked in my favor.

Life got hard, arguments abound, and my effortless beauty started to fade. He’d tell me, I like blonde hair. I like toned bodies. I like tanned skin, and every suggestion was met with malice, resentment and defense. I was perfect, why couldn’t he see that?

Because I wasn’t perfect. I neglected him for my own needs. I saw only my ideals, my problems, and he was never good enough. I wanted everything and gave nothing.

Sex stopped. Love stopped, attention stopped and I felt lost for a long time. Then, when all was almost lost, I started doing the things he asked of me. I cooked our meals, I cleaned our home, I made myself presentable for him in ways I knew he enjoyed and appreciated.

Suddenly, our relationship started to bloom. The winter was ending. His approval, his praise, it made my cunt drip and sex became a drug. Feeling sexy for him became an obsession. He worked hard, paid the bills, provided for our family, and I saw beyond my own conceited pre-conceived notions and appreciated him for being a MAN. And now I’m happy, blessed and fulfilled to be his woman.

Traditional gender roles may not be right for you, but they are for us. I’ve never felt more right in anything I’ve done before than when I’m doing something for him.

And when he says “Get a tan” I lay in the tanning bed with a wet pussy.