Thread: The Gentler Sex [Javorcek & YellowSmoke]

Rising from her subservient position upon her knees, Alenka offered her husband a soft, half-hearted smile and turned towards the bedroom's en-suite bathroom. Somehow it was easier for her too to forgive Krzys his shortcomings after a bout of sexual activity, even if she herself had not been the recipient of anything other than a mouthful of his warm, salty seed. The taste of it still lingered at the back of her mouth as she flicked on the bathroom's light and found her toothbrush nestled beside his in a small, handleless porcelain cup. The smile she'd offered him irked her slightly was she really so eager to please? Even after all the abuse, did sucking him off make it any better? She wished she could stand up for herself, but she knew from experience that she could not she was a follower, not a leader a compliant and not an antagonist, and she knew it. How bitterly she knew it... Her eyes caught their reflection in the mirror as she worked the brush across her white teeth, coating them in an equally alabaster shade of foam, and in that reflection she could almost see her lips wrapped around his manhood as he thrust into her mouth again and again she could feel how stiff and warm he had been in her mouth and wished that she could enjoy as much as she used to. What she had once loved was now a means to put her drunken spouse to sleep, and what had once turned her on immensely now did so only a little. She wanted to enjoy sex again - it could be so much more than a tool - but this was the hand which life had dealt her, and she was too fearful of the repercussions if she were to ever try to forge a new path in life. Everything she had done in the past 5 years she had done with Krzys by her side - or at least in the background, sometimes disapprovingly - but he was there nonetheless. She could scarcely remember the last thing which she had done by herself. Absurdly, she found herself wishing that he would take her again - if only to drag her from her own thoughts - but she knew he'd be asleep almost as soon as his head hit the pillow. Tomorrow is a new day, she told herself. A new day... the same as the one before... She sighed, rinsed her brush and her mouth and set the former back in its cup, and made her way back to the bedroom. Pushing her jeans down from her gently curving hips, baring her thighs and stepping out of them, she pulled her sweater off over her head and removed her bra without removing the plain, white t-shirt which covered her torso. Krzys had always liked it when she slept in underwear and not pajama bottoms, and so it had become habit, though the pleasures to be wrought from it were all but forgotten. Slipping under the covers, she let herself lie close to him, and the smell of alcohol assaulting her nostrils, though by now it was a scent she was used to. Even if he held her there would be little warmth in the gesture, not like the old days. At night he could still be her comforter, but only in the way a child draws comfort from a stuffed bear... Alenka slid closer to his warm body, curled up beside him, and shut her eyes. The loving husband who once lay by her side served now as little more than warmth and hope of a better future, in the face of today and yesterday's odds... Dobranoc, kochanie. Empty. How empty those words felt.