Young Housewife's Confession: My Three Most Unforgettable Orgasms (Picture)
My husband and I are a pair of genuine adversaries. During our three years in high school, we were classmates; he was the class president and I was the Youth League secretary. We both loved to be in the spotlight, vying for power and profit, often "going at it" with neither of us able to persuade the other. In reality, we admired each other, and all these "collisions" added much interest to our tense high school life. Later, we went our separate ways to attend different universities. Interestingly, four years after our separation, we returned to our home city and formed a "twin peaks towering" family. He is absolutely not one to be overly dominated by his wife, and I am definitely not someone who can be easily managed. We even frequently fight over the TV remote control. He is the precious "young master" of three generations of single descendants, and his family has always given in to him. Therefore, his competitive nature is a chronic problem, difficult to cure. It is rare that we can reach a consensus in some areas. For example, we both love watching football matches, but we support different teams and like different football stars. Thus, debates have become a regular part of our lives. If there is ever peace in our home, it must mean that both of us are brushing our teeth.
However, it should be admitted that we are both very witty and can face everything optimistically. In terms of sexual love, there is also an atmosphere of power struggle. Either one side prevails over the other - either the east wind over the west wind or the west wind over the east wind. The dragon and phoenix vie for supremacy, and outsiders cannot see the liveliness and excitement of our indoor dramas. I like children and hope to get pregnant, while he prefers to live in a two-person world. Therefore, his contraception measures are foolproof, somewhat like the airport security checks in the US after "9/11", where every tree and blade of grass is suspected.
He says that men also have reproductive rights, while I emphasize that the uterus is my own. Later, after some less-than-honorable cheating, I finally succeeded in becoming pregnant. Because of this, he and I argued for three days and nights and had a cold war for half a month. After the fait accompli, he could only accept it optimistically, as he too must "face the consequences." After this, in terms of sexual love, he loves to display a more authoritarian and brutal attitude. In response, I am no pushover. On our small double bed, I engage in thrilling power struggles over sexual love with him. There are wins and losses on both sides, making it hard to determine the winner.