What is love? A question that has been asked for centuries but with no real answer. My wife and I's relationship has been rocky since the beggining of last year. It all started when someone stole the cookie from the cookie jar.
"Who stole the cookie from the cookie jar?!" My wife screamed.
I could hear her from the top of our house while I was poopin. Truth is I stole the cookie but don't tell her that.
"Ask the cat!" I yelled down to her.
She must have gone crazy because we didn't have a cat... at least not since the accident. You see I was horny one night I could hear her going around trying to find this imaginary cat. I finished poopin and went down 8675309 flights of stairs to check up on her.
"You took it, didn't you?!" She asked
"No, I hate chocolate." The cookies were sugar cookies.
That night in bed there was no animalistic, ritualistic, futuristic, pugilistic, rough fucking that we usually do. Instead she hugged a pillow (that pillow was not me) and ate cookies in bed. Yes, there were more cookies she just likes sugar cookies. I woke up in the middle of the night to her leaning over me.
"You took my cookies..." She said
"I didn't honey, go to back bed." I said
She then licked my face
"This is the taste of a liar!" She yelled at the top off her lungs shattering all the glass in the room. I soon found out I had a heart of glass.
I try to lean over back to the comfortable position of Fetal but couldn't as my hands and feet were strapped to the bed frame.
"Oh shit." I said, knowing exactly what was cumming, her.
She left the room and came back in a cookie monster onesie I bought for her two years ago as a joke to which she replied "You should be wearing this, i'm older then you." and gave me a kiss as a thank you.
"Me hungry." She said, mimicking the cookie monsters voice and giggling while doing it.
She then took out her dragon dildo. Her dragon dildo. Fuck me cause that's what she intends to do.
"Baby, don't hurt me..." I begged
She pulled off my pants and well I don't want to go farther butt there was a fire inside me. She never did take it out that night.
After that night we have been wild sex most nights. Now you see what I mean by having a rocky relationship. We have been rocking each other back in forth in each others arms and I've loved every moment of it, especially when she uses lube.