Here I am laying naked, trying to please the man I married,
Here I tickle and touch him in the most sensitive places a man would love
Here I feel happy I'm trying to please my husband
Then boom what a turn off
He starts a stupid fight over a past subject swears me and tells me he is so called stressed and in no mood for intercoarse,
What did I do wrong
Did I touch him wrong, did I lay wrong was I wrong to touch and caress him was it to much, I'm confused, hurt and don't have a idea what I did
What did I do wrong if everything I was doing was so right
My heart has turned into darkness, I'm lonley, confused, hurt. What did I do wrong
Jan 22, 2016
Jan 22, 2016 at 4:40 PM UTC
Here I am laying naked, trying to please the man I married,
Here I tickle and touch him in the most sensitive places a man would love
Here I feel happy I'm trying to please my husband
Then boom what a turn off
He starts a stupid fight over a past subject swears me and tells me he is so called stressed and in no mood for intercoarse,
What did I do wrong
Did I touch him wrong, did I lay wrong was I wrong to touch and caress him was it to much, I'm confused, hurt and don't have a idea what I did
What did I do wrong if everything I was doing was so right
My heart has turned into darkness, I'm lonley, confused, hurt. What did I do wrong
I try and try and he is never satisfied am I to fat am I to mature I don't know anymore I give up even trying.
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