Endless marital quarrels. I haven't slept in the same bed with my husband for three years now. Maybe it's time to end this... Such thoughts would arise and fade, but each time I would stop at the very last moment. 'You're sexually frustrated, aren't you? It's obvious just by looking at your face,' he said, and I couldn't deny it. He would demand me roughly, as if seeing through my heart, and I would indulge in the pleasure that my husband couldn't satisfy. This is the kind of sex I've always wanted.
