1. 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 ...
    warm, enveloping security blanket that smothered all those impatient longings I didn't yet have the words or the courage to articulate. Mind you, being married to Sipir wasn't horrible. If he was an outright bastard, I would have had a clear, no-fault reason for leaving him, even in my straitlaced world. He did what he thought he should to make me happy and I never challenged him on it. Vacations, gifts, his upper middle-class career and tender (yet slightly routine) lovemaking should have kept me sated. This would have more than satisfied the numerous young women that vied for his affections. But he chose me instead and I relented. I was tired of fighting everyone and everything. They agreed I should be broken in and I naively handed Sipir the bridle. I know he'd never admit it, but I'm pretty sure he chose me for my simmering dissatisfaction. He occasionally tried to harness it, proud to have a rambunctious filly in his stable rather than fully loving me. And because I didn't fully love myself at the time, he had no way of knowing he was slowly squeezing me to death. The unspoken truth was that Sipir bored me. I was never going to tell him that, however. Just like I never told him about getting my birth control implant when he was trying for children. Yeah, I was just about the worst wife Sipir could ever have chosen. "I don't know what you want me to say," I said. "I was a lousy wife for you. You should be glad to be rid of me." "Was it him?" he challenged. "Is he the reason ...
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