The Pegasus Secret. Part V It happens to Women too. Strategy A:

Part V It happens to Women too. Strategy A:

Day turned into weeks. Weeks into years. Honey, I would beg, please, please, sweety hold me, touch me. He would reply. “Don’t want none”. As he push my arms away as I was attempting to hug him. “Don’t want any” and flared his nose in the air away from me, signaling no intimacy. Once, again no sex.

Gosh, I would hold my body so tight so it would not explode. I didn’t know if it was going to blow-up from sex hormones out of control or break-down in tears because of the rejections. Either way it was going to be painful, hurtful and overflowing with humiliation.

I remember the new strategy that I came up with after arriving from an Austin, TX business trip. Strategy A: “Don’t look desperate for it”. OK, no more silky lingerie. No more acting nice. Just bully your way into bed and go for it. That’s it. Let him get it. So I waited, and waited, and waited until he arrive in the bed. Then I pretended that I was asleep. I was a fox seeking out her prey. As time forwarded, I pushed my leg toward him. Nothing. Then I heard him change the channel on the remote. CNN was so loud in my conscious. I wanted to say to the news reporter; SHUT THE HELL UP I’m TRYING TO CONVINCE MY HUSBAND TO HAVE SEX WITH ME.

Then it I knew I had to put it at it at full power; Strategy A, that is. I would pretend to be awakened by CNN. Cuddle intimately underneath him. I know what you men are thinking…. How did you look? No, I didn’t have cold cream on my face nor curlers in my hair. But still no bites from my non-gay husband. Damnit.

Desperate time calls for desperate measures. It’s on. I’m going to take it. I don’t care. I jumped on him. Naked breasts out and all. He turned his head in disgust. He didn’t want to see, nor touch it, nor smell the softness of a woman; nor me. I didn’t care. It was his duty. Make love to me now. Do something now. He did. Got up. Left the room. Shut the door as he exited.