The story so far: I hated my sofa when I was married. I ended up in it every night, next to my now ex husband, and it took me only 20 minutes to fall asleep, so so sad.. I then thought, that I had to do something, to make me more available to him. (In this connection, only a metaphor, never any wishes for anything kinky from him apart from the missionary position in bed, and if it was a real party, from behind, with us both laying on our sides..)
Available, yes, so I started to crochet.. At least it kept me awake, if he wanted to talk with me, about anything, everything? He didn't, ever, but at least I got to crochet a lot of very nice scarves, and a big blanket.. (Do you have any idea, how long it takes to make a blanket!!!)
Well, the sofa setting now is a bit different from then. Last evening, I was lying with my head in his lap, tired, long day, a lot of worries and considerations. I love to lie with my head in his lap, it is safe, comforting, and I love the feeling his hand softly on my hair.
Almost half asleep I suddenly felt, how his hand tightened his grip around my hair, and as a small warning, I felt a slap of his hand, on my cheek. After that, holding my breath, more slaps in my face, on each cheek, harder.. I lost my breath, felt how he pulled me over his knees, lifting up my skirt, finding my cunt with his fingers. Very clearly he wasn't quite satisfied with the degree of moisture there, so I felt the first stinging stroke with his hand on one buttock, hitting my still sore bruises from last weekend.. A loud sound came out of my mouth, and I felt how my cunt rewarded the stroke..
"Quiet, Slut, I don't want to hear another sound from you tonight."
After this, he hit me with his hand, over and over again, my heartbeat racing off, and my body wanting more. And more..
I love my sofa now..
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