You have to dig deep where you have never dug from before.. that is how you begin to heal…so I am taking it as that. I am now the wife of a cab driver. A work for over 12 hours, six days a week, barely get to see him except when we are in bed and dead to the world but our extra expenses are taken cared of cab driver. I know it sounds like I am complaining, and in a way I am , but damn over 12 hours? Really? He is a hard working man.. but it feels like we are living separate lives. Am I wrong for thinking that?
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The every day life of a cab driver’s wife
Going to Baltimore
So my husband and I have been going back and forth with the idea of moving back to Baltimore. Don’t get me wrong, where we currently are we have the best arrangement I think we have ever had. We are sharing a house with an investor who for all practical purposes has saved our asses. We split the cost of the house at an amazing prize and get to relish on all the perks that come with set house. On the other hand, he has diabetes and lately it has been a roller coaster. In other words we are on a first name basis with most of the EMT’s and the fire chief of our local emergency services. Not to put his business out there, but the past six weeks have made me very nervous. The house is paid for an insured, but at the same time, his diabetes has been dipping in exponential proportions leaving me to worry about whether this is a dependable place to live.
The other side of the coin is the whole moving to Baltimore thing. We both love it there. We have most of our close friends there , people we can depend on and we are close with on both sides of the spectrum. People that we have known, loved, and gotten along with since childhood. On the other hand, it would mean starting all over again not really knowing where the next of anything will come from. There is a certain excitement about not knowing what is going to happen next. After all, life really IS what happens while you are making other plans. Especially since lately it seems like we have had to have one foot in the house and the other in the moving truck. So I wonder, is a change this big really necessary or is it just a leap of faith..?
Sex
Sex, everyone thinks about it..All the time! Even when we don’t think we are thinking about it, we are thinking about it. Two days ago, my husband grabbed a hold of me and gave it to me real good. He ravished me, came inside me and took total control. He owned me like no one has ever owned me before. Took me by the hips and rammed his entire being inside of me. Then he pulled out and tasted me, every inch of my body. His lips against my flesh were like whipped cream smothered all over me. His hands on my hips, squeezing my full thick ass. His fingers just barely touching the opening of my womanhood just drove me crazy. It gave me electricity ripping through my body like I have never had before.I love it when my husband dominates me with his strength. He is sexy, masculine, and beautiful, a gorgeous man, full strength and a beautiful, soft,skin. He works out, so strong muscles are pressed strong against mine. There’s nothing better then him on top of me, His soft auburn hair mused and his thick, rectangular glasses skewed from kissing me. I love it when he knees my crotch through my jeans and bites my neck, sweeping away my longe, slightly curly raven colored hair. He is so hot. He makes me hot.
Tough
Its 3:30 in the morning and I am wide awake trying to think of what would calm my mind. I have no idea why, but things like what if come to mind. I know every one does it every once in a while, that hopefully does not tell me that I am strange. I often wonder what if life had turned out differently, especially in ocassions where my husband throws his temper. His German upbringing puts this in his psyche. He can blow up at a second’s notice for any particular reason. It embaresses the life out of me and I begin to question my decisions from here to the next fifty years. Should I have married someone else, or is this to teach me to deal with difficult tempers and people? Is this supposed to toughen me up for things to come? Or is he just plain difficult?
I Like…
I like my wild curls, and my big hair! I like the fact that its black, and red, and blue! Oh by the way, they are natural colors. No hair salon can get this from any of their bottles. They can’t get the excitement from my husband when it brushes up against him when we are in bed. No shop can create the rise that I get from him when he runs his fingers through my curls while I feel his touch on my bare back. No one appreciates me like he does. No one understands how he is the only one that gets me the way I am, curvy, thick, and sexually rich…
Jake
Another Piece of the story…..
Jake
Sleep with me, he uttered for the first time in 17 years. He always hinted at the idea, but never had the guts to say it straight forward. He never thought that he would ever lose her. He has always wanted what he can’t have, two things at the same time. He wanted to have her, even though she is a married woman. He didn’t care though. She was his girl, and he would never stop being her man. The thought of not being with her destroyed him. Every day, every minute, she is all he thought about. The rest of his life, no matter how it worked out, was her….
High Gravity 