Post Date December, 03 2023
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.
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.
He began to knead and pinch my chest, and his fingers ran over me, shaking my whole body. His breathing is getting heavier
I was in a daze at the time, feeling as if he was praising me, without realizing that he was praising my chest. 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. I don't have any pleasure now, I just feel pain.
But he seemed like a lunatic, burying his head in my chest and kissing fiercely. 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 seems to have a toy he wants 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, when he had sex, he always ravaged me in every way 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, my chest became particularly painful, especially when it came to me. 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 chest 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 chest. 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.
