Pure Effing Passion!
Date: 11/7/2019, Categories: Bisexual, Author: AAAtheist, Source: LushStories
My bags were packed and waiting by the front door of my former McMansion. I was more than ready to go. Thinking back over these past ten years, I concluded that I should never have married in the first place. However, my conservative religious culture of origin, a shitload of societally coercive brainwashing, and a fair amount of young adult lust pushed me straight into Sipir's arms. Now his conventionally attractive visage scowled at me. Sipir desperately tried to hide his contempt. "Are you sure you want to do this, Hamiday?" he halfway begged. “I don't want to rehash this again,” I stated firmly. “Look, the divorce is final and we've said our goodbyes. Let's not make this more difficult than it has to be." He asked, almost crying, "Did you ever want to be my wife?" "I honestly did at first," I frankly replied. "I just realized that you deserved to be with someone who could fully love you the way you want to be loved." Sipir's face flooded with scorn. "Can't you just give me a straight answer?" he retorted. "The 'It's not you, it's me' routine isn't gonna cut it." He had a point. I had been hiding who I really was behind married respectability. By the time I hit adolescence, I was a firecracker waiting to explode. But my parents and culture worked tirelessly to keep my fuse unlit. I was made to fear my wild and thrilling girlhood. They thought Sipir would stamp out my fire. When I finally married him, I half wanted him to. I feared what I was capable of, and he was the ...