Ellen Zayas - Ladys’ Guide To Vegas Sex Positions Steamy Sex Stories And Positions Guide For The Best Night Of Your Life

Ladys' Guide to Vegas Sex Positions: Steamy Sex Stories and Positions Guide for the Best Night of your Life

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Our marriage was nothing but a wretched silhouette of its past. I really missed the days when we would be all alone, spending the day in bed - making love and whispering sweet nothings into each others ears. We would take frequent tours around the country, just for the fun of it. Traveling was one passion that we both shared to our very core.

He would take care to separate his business from home, so that our life wouldnt be interfered. He was the best thing that ever happened to me.

I was dead wrong.

The problem started right after he decided to expand his construction business. Our time spent together diminished to nearly nothing. I decided to enter a graduate program in college to do something worthwhile, but he had refused it straight away.

Let me earn the money. You just need to sit and relax.

With a worthless high school degree, I wouldnt get any respectable job to keep off my mind from the searing loneliness in my heart. He would get up before me and stumble back into the house late at night.

By then, the dinner wouldve grown coldand so would my mood. This is my marriage after six months of courtship and more than three years of living together - a worthless piece of crap with very little to salvage.

I saw a glimmer of hope when he asked me to go out on a trip to Spain.

It would be just us. He had promised. On the day before we were about to leave, his phone rang up and some urgent business had to be taken care off.

Ill make it up to you, I swear. He had assured me, This would be the last time.

He had said the same thing on our trip to the other destinations. I had acquiesced a bit grudgingly the first time, but four times in a row? Youve got to be kidding me! The same old routine would start again from the very next day. I felt trapped in the house all alone with nothing else to do but count the minutes.

Fuck him for screwing up our marriage.

Fuck him for cornering me.

Fuck him.

I cried myself off to sleep and woke up after 2 hours, in the middle of the afternoon. He had to be gone by now. I went to the adjoining bathroom and switched on the lights. The vision in the mirror greeted me first.

I was a mess.

My hair was disheveled and the mascara totally ruined, having been bombarded with my tears. I splashed my face with the cold water and combed my hair to some sort of decency.

I took a deep breath and steeled myself up for the day.

I quietly opened the door and peeked outside, only to be greeted by the eerie silence of the empty house. I padded to my bedroom in silence and gathered up my things. I packed them into a suitcase and carried them back to the guest bedroom. In the next few trips, I had displaced all of my belongings into the guest bedroom.

I couldnt stand to be in the same bed with that fucking retard anymore.

I had vowed to save our money for more important things in life and not indulge into my splurges during shopping sprees for things I didnt need. All those sacrifices seemed so useless right now.

No more.

I picked up my laptop and browsed the internet. I stopped at an online shopping site and spent more than a thousand dollars shopping for things that I didnt need or we already had in our home. I nearly clicked on everything that caught my eye.

Tons of clothes and make-up accessories that I had always coveted, along with a few pieces of jewelry that looked really good constituted the better part of an hour of binge shopping. Finally, I decided that I had nothing more to buy, so I put down my laptop and rubbed my tired eyes a bit roughly.

I stood up and went outside to the balcony to get some fresh air.

I felt a lot calmer than the white hot rage that was burning inside me a few hours earlier. Now that I see it with a cooler presence of mind, I could see how destructive I was beingand I enjoyed it. I felt relieved of the few couple months worth of frustration that had been pent up inside me.

Maybe I should do it more often.

I looked around at our spacious backyard and found that our pool really needed some maintenance fixing after the end of winter. It was a work of art and one of the few things that we both prided ourselves upon, apart from the house.

We lived in an upper class gated community, one of the few in this city. In a place where people used every opportunity to show off their wealth and status, we had done a good job.

Grant was always the more ambitious one between us. His intelligence, quick sense of humor and a drive to succeed were only the few things that had drawn me to him in the first place. Having been raised in a family with limited means, his hunger for money and power, that had eluded him for most part of the childhood, was a thing that was worthy of my applause.

After a few couple of boring minutes, I picked up my phone and called my best friend. The phone didnt even ring twice, before she picked it up.

Hey, sugar! Her southern brawl boomed through the speaker, making me wince a little bit.

Hi, Jennifer. I mustve sounded cold enough to freeze the fires of hell. There was a long pause to make me wonder if she was even there.

Spill. She said simply.

II cant say it on the phone.

Ill be there in five minutes.

Okay.

She was banging on my door in less than four minutes. I opened up the door before she brought it down.

What happened?She rattled off as soon as the door closed behind her, Werent you supposed to be going to that trip?

She was wearing a red sundress that hugged her perfect figure, even showing off a bit of her generous cleavage. Even without her makeup, Jennifer looked stunning with her blonde hair and piercing blue eyes.

It got cancelled. My voice cracked a little towards the end, You need a drink?

Aww, honey, She stepped forward and pulled me into a much needed hug. I couldnt control myself and started crying again. It was only after a few couple of minutes that my sobs subsided and were replaced with occasional hiccups.

Look *hic* at me, I said in between my hiccups, Im such a mess.

And still you give us women a run for our money. She whispered as she combed her fingers through my hair soothingly.

Then why doesnt he love me like he *hic* did before? My voice was laced with childish frustration.

Lets sit down first. She guided me into the sofa and plopped me down, Need any drinks?

A soda would do fine. I said quietly. This has been the routine ever since that son-of-a-bitch had dumped our trip to Spain. Jennifer had been my pillar from the first day I had arrived in this neighborhood. She ended up babysitting me every single time and never directed any harsh words towards me till date.